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 Grenada and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Newcleus to the electroclash 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 a-ha. All the underground hits.
All Q and Not U tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun Ra Arkestra 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crispy Ambulance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cameo,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Funkadelic,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Lee Hazlewood,
Bobby Sherman,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Blancmange,
Inner City,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Parry Music,
Freddie Wadling,
Robert Wyatt,
Niagra,
Young Marble Giants,
MC5,
Peter & Gordon,
Harmonia,
Lungfish,
L. Decosne,
Bill Wells,
Severed Heads,
Buzzcocks,
Pagans,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Harpers Bizarre,
Wally Richardson,
Dennis Brown,
Scientists,
The Doors,
Ituana,
Minny Pops,
Cal Tjader,
Skarface,
Intrusion,
Robert Hood,
Malaria!,
Cymande,
Little Man,
Fad Gadget,
Marmalade,
Nas,
Supertramp,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Last Poets,
Neil Young,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Hasil Adkins,
Tears for Fears,
Cybotron,
Popol Vuh,
AZ,
The American Breed,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Absolute Body Control,
Dual Sessions,
Grauzone,
Maleditus Sound,
Public Image Ltd.,
Marcia Griffiths,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye.
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.