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 Pakistan and from New York.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 Lou Reed 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 Maurizio to the punk 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 Cluster. All the underground hits.
All John Lydon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dorothy Ashby record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 chamberlin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Byron Stingily record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marvin Gaye,
Cecil Taylor,
Vladislav Delay,
Malaria!,
Flipper,
Magazine,
Trumans Water,
Sandy B,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
One Last Wish,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Alton Ellis,
The Associates,
Big Daddy Kane,
Groovy Waters,
The United States of America,
Skriet,
Soul II Soul,
Sexual Harrassment,
Frankie Knuckles,
Ten City,
The Detroit Cobras,
Franke,
Todd Terry,
Thee Headcoats,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Electric Prunes,
the Sonics,
Piero Umiliani,
In Retrospect,
Symarip,
kango's stein massive,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Spoonie Gee,
Radiopuhelimet,
Nick Fraelich,
Albert Ayler,
Stetsasonic,
The J.B.'s,
The Gladiators,
New York Dolls,
Massinfluence,
Ultravox,
Godley & Creme,
Neil Young,
Yellowson,
X-101,
The Saints,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Eli Mardock,
The Misunderstood,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Con Funk Shun,
Max Romeo,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
PIL,
Jimmy McGriff,
Neu!,
Bang On A Can,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Blancmange,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Rekid,
Harmonia, Harmonia, Harmonia, Harmonia.
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.