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 Benin and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Beijing.
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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Ice-T to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Leonard Cohen. All the underground hits.
All Robert Wyatt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Electric Light Orchestra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ohio Players record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Derrick May,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Banda Bassotti,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
T.S.O.L.,
The Grass Roots,
Bizarre Inc.,
Roxy Music,
Goldenarms,
Don Cherry,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Henry Cow,
Rufus Thomas,
Drexciya,
Ponytail,
The Residents,
Echospace,
Grauzone,
Man Parrish,
Soul Sonic Force,
Fatback Band,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Scratch Acid,
Accadde A,
The Cowsills,
Jandek,
The Victims,
FM Einheit,
The Remains,
The Index,
Audionom,
Babytalk,
Steve Hackett,
The Divine Comedy,
One Last Wish,
Ronan,
The Star Department,
Jesper Dahlback,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Darondo,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Procol Harum,
The Gories,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Slackers,
The Fire Engines,
These Immortal Souls,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Alarm Clocks,
X-101,
Ossler,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Neil Young,
Anthony Braxton,
Motorama,
Fela Kuti,
Skriet,
Bluetip,
Malaria!,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Stockholm Monsters,
Unwound, Unwound, Unwound, Unwound.
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.