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 Switzerland and from Edmonton.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 oboe 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 Girls At Our Best! to the funk 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 Brand Nubian. All the underground hits.
All Jawbox tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Knickerbockers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scott Walker record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yellowson,
the Fania All-Stars,
Dead Boys,
Lou Christie,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Zapp,
The Names,
The Velvet Underground,
Howard Jones,
Young Marble Giants,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Jacques Brel,
Blake Baxter,
Erykah Badu,
Saccharine Trust,
Sun City Girls,
Kas Product,
Faust,
Moss Icon,
Metal Thangz,
Dorothy Ashby,
Lower 48,
Ice-T,
LL Cool J,
Swans,
kango's stein massive,
The Victims,
DJ Style,
Grandmaster Flash,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Tim Buckley,
Nas,
Flipper,
MDC,
Blossom Toes,
Joensuu 1685,
Isaac Hayes,
Pagans,
Andrew Hill,
Magazine,
Stereo Dub,
Amon Düül,
The Golliwogs,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Jerry's Kids,
Junior Murvin,
Procol Harum,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Suicide,
The Seeds,
Groovy Waters,
Avey Tare,
Crooked Eye,
Harmonia,
Michelle Simonal,
Banda Bassotti,
The Walker Brothers,
Nils Olav,
Lungfish,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Amazonics,
Aswad, Aswad, Aswad, Aswad.
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.