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 East Timor and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Bush Tetras to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Bobby Sherman. All the underground hits.
All 10cc tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roy Ayers Ubiquity record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Leonard Cohen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gregory Isaacs,
The Residents,
The Cramps,
Das Ding,
Kas Product,
Porter Ricks,
Subhumans,
Gastr Del Sol,
Yusef Lateef,
Excepter,
Henry Cow,
In Retrospect,
Dark Day,
Franke,
Wasted Youth,
Iggy Pop,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Desert Stars,
Minny Pops,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Mighty Diamonds,
10cc,
Mark Hollis,
Public Enemy,
cv313,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Doobie Brothers,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Carl Craig,
Alison Limerick,
Electric Prunes,
48th St. Collective,
The Invisible,
John Holt,
Roger Hodgson,
Glambeats Corp.,
Lungfish,
Derrick Morgan,
Wire,
Juan Atkins,
Bill Near,
Reuben Wilson,
China Crisis,
Warren Ellis,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Kevin Saunderson,
Amazonics,
the Slits,
The Vogues,
Bootsy Collins,
Deepchord,
Ice-T,
The Slackers,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Associates,
John Coltrane,
Moby Grape,
Cluster,
Skarface,
Peter and Kerry,
Matthew Halsall,
The Skatalites, The Skatalites, The Skatalites, The Skatalites.
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.