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 Sweden and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Tehran.
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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Delta 5 to the crunk 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 Au Pairs. All the underground hits.
All Underground Resistance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boogie Down Productions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Isaac Hayes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
China Crisis,
Curtis Mayfield,
Robert Hood,
Moby Grape,
The Happenings,
Harmonia,
Dave Gahan,
Stetsasonic,
Alton Ellis,
Average White Band,
Bootsy Collins,
Alison Limerick,
Pylon,
Sun City Girls,
Radio Birdman,
Davy DMX,
Mark Hollis,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Tubeway Army,
Soft Machine,
H. Thieme,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Sisters of Mercy,
the Sonics,
The Beau Brummels,
Sister Nancy,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Quantec,
The Blues Magoos,
Sexual Harrassment,
Susan Cadogan,
Gichy Dan,
The Martian,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Tres Demented,
Liliput,
Bush Tetras,
Jeru the Damaja,
Eve St. Jones,
Soft Cell,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Main Source,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Crash Course in Science,
Ice-T,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Doobie Brothers,
Rites of Spring,
The Barracudas,
The Misunderstood,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Count Five,
La Düsseldorf,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
CMW,
The Invisible,
Young Marble Giants,
The Fall,
Niagra,
John Holt, John Holt, John Holt, John Holt.
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.