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 Uganda and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Toronto.
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 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 L. Decosne to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Ken Boothe. All the underground hits.
All Pussy Galore tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barclay James Harvest record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 a theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Pop Group record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sam Rivers,
CMW,
Procol Harum,
Sällskapet,
The Electric Prunes,
Yellowson,
Bad Manners,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
K-Klass,
Dennis Brown,
Mission of Burma,
The Associates,
Gastr Del Sol,
Depeche Mode,
Minnie Riperton,
R.M.O.,
Nirvana,
Anakelly,
Thompson Twins,
X-102,
Hashim,
Scrapy,
The Cowsills,
Moebius,
T.S.O.L.,
John Holt,
Average White Band,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Crispy Ambulance,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Gang of Four,
Carl Craig,
Skriet,
Yusef Lateef,
The Monochrome Set,
Sarah Menescal,
Arab on Radar,
Faust,
The Durutti Column,
Mars,
Eurythmics,
Qualms,
Kurtis Blow,
The Human League,
Cluster,
The Fugs,
Davy DMX,
Silicon Teens,
Sex Pistols,
The Searchers,
Inner City,
Pylon,
Lakeside,
Ronnie Foster,
Visage,
Patti Smith,
the Soft Cell,
The Trojans,
Sixth Finger,
Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios.
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.