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 Tajikistan and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Main Source to the disco 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 Lebanon Hanover. All the underground hits.
All Underground Resistance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terrestrial Tones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sexual Harrassment record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gong,
Oneida,
The Durutti Column,
Angry Samoans,
Crash Course in Science,
Mandrill,
The Music Machine,
Fear,
Monolake,
The Busters,
John Holt,
Gichy Dan,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Stiv Bators,
the Fania All-Stars,
Gabor Szabo,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Aswad,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Nils Olav,
Drive Like Jehu,
Mary Jane Girls,
Khruangbin,
Joey Negro,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Gladiators,
June Days,
Minutemen,
Barclay James Harvest,
Pierre Henry,
Cybotron,
Oblivians,
Flash Fearless,
The Human League,
T. Rex,
Lindisfarne,
Donald Byrd,
Blake Baxter,
Roy Ayers,
Marc Almond,
Ossler,
Royal Trux,
Tears for Fears,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Fatback Band,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Fire Engines,
Model 500,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Frankie Knuckles,
Cluster,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Cabaret Voltaire,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The New Christs,
Pussy Galore,
The Count Five,
Swans,
CMW,
AZ,
a-ha,
The Electric Prunes,
Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby.
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.