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 Fiji and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 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 The Index to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Nas. All the underground hits.
All Al Stewart tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scott Walker 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Teenage Jesus and the Jerks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
EPMD,
Roxette,
Kenny Larkin,
Sam Rivers,
Lee Hazlewood,
Desert Stars,
The Real Kids,
Absolute Body Control,
Flamin' Groovies,
KRS-One,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Dennis Brown,
10cc,
Crooked Eye,
Cybotron,
The Searchers,
The Sound,
Grey Daturas,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Pantaleimon,
the Human League,
Amon Düül,
Arcadia,
Bluetip,
Simply Red,
Barbara Tucker,
Rakim,
The Vogues,
The J.B.'s,
Wire,
The Dirtbombs,
Angry Samoans,
Donald Byrd,
Black Pus,
Lou Christie,
Tropical Tobacco,
Technova,
Big Daddy Kane,
Barry Ungar,
Smog,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Schoolly D,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Kas Product,
Maleditus Sound,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Marvin Gaye,
Colin Newman,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Birthday Party,
Warsaw,
Whodini,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Raincoats,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
OOIOO,
The Flesh Eaters,
Roy Ayers,
Chris & Cosey,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men.
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.