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 Uruguay and from Delhi.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 The Mummies to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Faraquet. All the underground hits.
All Soul Sonic Force tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tom Boy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a De La Soul & Jungle Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ossler,
Trumans Water,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Modern Lovers,
Camouflage,
Letta Mbulu,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Big Daddy Kane,
the Bar-Kays,
Kerri Chandler,
Visage,
Sight & Sound,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Alarm Clocks,
Blancmange,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Joey Negro,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Unwound,
EPMD,
The Star Department,
Organ,
The Cramps,
Ken Boothe,
Gong,
Smog,
Black Bananas,
L. Decosne,
Lungfish,
Blossom Toes,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Scan 7,
T. Rex,
Bush Tetras,
Hoover,
Delon & Dalcan,
Bob Dylan,
The Barracudas,
Sister Nancy,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Red Krayola,
The Birthday Party,
Loose Ends,
Juan Atkins,
Q and Not U,
Pantaleimon,
Sugar Minott,
Make Up,
Matthew Halsall,
Aloha Tigers,
Lower 48,
Banda Bassotti,
Boredoms,
cv313,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Nick Fraelich,
Eurythmics,
Eve St. Jones,
PIL,
Yaz, Yaz, Yaz, Yaz.
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.