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 Haiti and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Youth Brigade to the disco 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 Lou Reed. All the underground hits.
All Byron Stingily tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ornette Coleman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sam Rivers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DNA,
Traffic Nightmare,
Crooked Eye,
Joe Finger,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
John Coltrane,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Sonics,
Archie Shepp,
Silicon Teens,
Masters at Work,
Liliput,
Aloha Tigers,
Al Stewart,
Qualms,
Panda Bear,
The Black Dice,
Brass Construction,
Minor Threat,
Soulsonic Force,
Gerry Rafferty,
Bill Near,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Barracudas,
Depeche Mode,
The Alarm Clocks,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Spoonie Gee,
Gabor Szabo,
The Young Rascals,
The Fall,
Camberwell Now,
Organ,
Prince Buster,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Junior Murvin,
Roy Ayers,
The Residents,
Inner City,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Vladislav Delay,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Nils Olav,
Radio Birdman,
New Age Steppers,
Pole,
Eli Mardock,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Dead C,
Essential Logic,
Cluster,
Jeff Mills,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Walker Brothers,
AZ,
The Doobie Brothers,
Rufus Thomas,
Scion,
Throbbing Gristle,
Susan Cadogan,
Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis.
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.