Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Madagascar and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Jacques Brel to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Wings. All the underground hits.
All KRS-One tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yusef Lateef record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Magma record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Byron Stingily,
The Blues Magoos,
The Toasters,
Sight & Sound,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Neon Judgement,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
UT,
Leonard Cohen,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Walker Brothers,
DNA,
Thompson Twins,
Pantaleimon,
Andrew Hill,
Black Flag,
Bauhaus,
The J.B.'s,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Move,
Marmalade,
David Axelrod,
Ronnie Foster,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
MC5,
Animal Collective,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Lakeside,
Kayak,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Michelle Simonal,
Smog,
Tom Boy,
Maleditus Sound,
Ossler,
the Fania All-Stars,
A Certain Ratio,
Crispy Ambulance,
Pylon,
Shoche,
EPMD,
Blake Baxter,
Kas Product,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Niagra,
The Star Department,
The Saints,
Agitation Free,
Guru Guru,
H. Thieme,
Au Pairs,
Marcia Griffiths,
Negative Approach,
The Fugs,
Albert Ayler,
T. Rex,
Joensuu 1685,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.