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 Estonia and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Letta Mbulu to the funk 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 Mary Jane Girls. All the underground hits.
All Bauhaus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Vogues 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Louis and Bebe Barron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skaos,
Juan Atkins,
kango's stein massive,
Byron Stingily,
Heaven 17,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Massinfluence,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Von Mondo,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Terrestrial Tones,
Angry Samoans,
Duran Duran,
The Kinks,
Drive Like Jehu,
Oneida,
Maleditus Sound,
The Alarm Clocks,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Five Americans,
FM Einheit,
Public Enemy,
Big Daddy Kane,
Oblivians,
Hoover,
Steve Hackett,
Sarah Menescal,
Sound Behaviour,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Boredoms,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Roger Hodgson,
Circle Jerks,
Pet Shop Boys,
a-ha,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Unrelated Segments,
Metal Thangz,
Y Pants,
The Smiths,
Blake Baxter,
Roxette,
Loose Ends,
H. Thieme,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Radiohead,
Swans,
Fad Gadget,
Pantytec,
Nik Kershaw,
Darondo,
Buzzcocks,
Cal Tjader,
The Monks,
The Doobie Brothers,
Jerry's Kids,
Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus.
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.