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 Korea North and from London.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Gil Scott Heron to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Faust. All the underground hits.
All Throbbing Gristle tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every MC5 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pharoah Sanders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Animal Collective,
D'Angelo,
The Dave Clark Five,
Wire,
Subhumans,
Michelle Simonal,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Fall,
Connie Case,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
John Coltrane,
Warren Ellis,
The Misunderstood,
The Fortunes,
Marvin Gaye,
Wings,
The Cramps,
The Victims,
Godley & Creme,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Au Pairs,
Unrelated Segments,
John Lydon,
Tres Demented,
The Searchers,
Minutemen,
Rotary Connection,
Suicide,
The Angels of Light,
Howard Jones,
Grauzone,
Soft Machine,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Busters,
Juan Atkins,
The Wake,
Ultimate Spinach,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
T.S.O.L.,
Heaven 17,
Kerri Chandler,
Laurel Aitken,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Saccharine Trust,
The Moody Blues,
Avey Tare,
Sight & Sound,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Seeds,
Chris Corsano,
The Trojans,
Lalo Schifrin,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Cheater Slicks,
48th St. Collective,
Piero Umiliani,
Terry Callier,
Alice Coltrane,
Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott.
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.