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 Eritrea and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Pharoah Sanders to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Mr. Review. All the underground hits.
All Barry Ungar tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mojo Men record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeff Lynne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Agent Orange,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Young Rascals,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Brass Construction,
Curtis Mayfield,
Shoche,
Toni Rubio,
Royal Trux,
Ten City,
The Sonics,
Derrick Morgan,
Monolake,
Juan Atkins,
The Zeros,
the Slits,
Max Romeo,
Eurythmics,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Vainqueur,
Bush Tetras,
Donny Hathaway,
Jawbox,
Barclay James Harvest,
Davy DMX,
Schoolly D,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Simply Red,
The Cramps,
The Victims,
DNA,
Radiohead,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Red Krayola,
The Toasters,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Erasure,
The Divine Comedy,
Matthew Bourne,
Fat Boys,
Al Stewart,
Metal Thangz,
K-Klass,
Skriet,
Dennis Brown,
Can,
Rekid,
Jacob Miller,
E-Dancer,
Mantronix,
Lou Reed,
Soul Sonic Force,
Bad Manners,
Tropical Tobacco,
Marshall Jefferson,
Lucky Dragons,
Pantaleimon,
Gerry Rafferty,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Wings,
Kevin Saunderson,
Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars.
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.