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 Zimbabwe and from Houston.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 güiro 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 Charles Mingus to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Curtis Mayfield. All the underground hits.
All Mary Jane Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every R.M.O. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a In Retrospect record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Matthew Bourne,
The Move,
Crispy Ambulance,
Ronan,
The Sonics,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Marvin Gaye,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Massinfluence,
Kool Moe Dee,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Q65,
Glenn Branca,
Second Layer,
Brass Construction,
Gang of Four,
Visage,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Todd Rundgren,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Newcleus,
Amazonics,
Leonard Cohen,
the Sonics,
The Cramps,
Magma,
Reuben Wilson,
The Last Poets,
Blancmange,
Chris Corsano,
Pulsallama,
Ronnie Foster,
Gang Starr,
Nico,
Neil Young,
Aaron Thompson,
Suburban Knight,
Gregory Isaacs,
Bootsy Collins,
The Neon Judgement,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Underground Resistance,
Man Eating Sloth,
Qualms,
Camouflage,
Albert Ayler,
Black Flag,
The Gladiators,
Connie Case,
Mary Jane Girls,
Monolake,
Fat Boys,
Throbbing Gristle,
Harry Pussy,
Tommy Roe,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Negative Approach,
The Smoke,
Bob Dylan,
Quadrant,
The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots.
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.