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 Beijing.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Swans to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Isaac Hayes. All the underground hits.
All Derrick May tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Warren Ellis 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a E-Dancer record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
James White and The Blacks,
New York Dolls,
kango's stein massive,
Unrelated Segments,
Supertramp,
Severed Heads,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Eurythmics,
the Swans,
The Busters,
Barry Ungar,
Ralphi Rosario,
Neu!,
Fear,
Make Up,
Warren Ellis,
Aural Exciters,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Lou Reed,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
8 Eyed Spy,
Maurizio,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Roxette,
Drexciya,
Section 25,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Barracudas,
Mad Mike,
Niagra,
UT,
Connie Case,
Suburban Knight,
Technova,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Theoretical Girls,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Gastr Del Sol,
Royal Trux,
Yellowson,
Harmonia,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
China Crisis,
The Skatalites,
Joe Finger,
Malaria!,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Fad Gadget,
The Martian,
Negative Approach,
Bootsy Collins,
the Normal,
Henry Cow,
Saccharine Trust,
Matthew Bourne,
Traffic Nightmare,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Todd Terry,
Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon.
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.