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 Denmark and from Manchester.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 linndrum 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 Glambeats Corp. to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Black Moon. All the underground hits.
All Selector Dub Narcotic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Echo & the Bunnymen 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joe Smooth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Accadde A,
Bad Manners,
Steve Hackett,
Althea and Donna,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
This Heat,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Monks,
The Litter,
Yusef Lateef,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Jesper Dahlback,
Joy Division,
Animal Collective,
Gabor Szabo,
Public Image Ltd.,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Dead C,
F. McDonald,
Lindisfarne,
The Neon Judgement,
John Cale,
Eddi Front,
Brick,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Tres Demented,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
the Bar-Kays,
Janne Schatter,
LL Cool J,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Carl Craig,
Ohio Players,
The Leaves,
EPMD,
Bootsy Collins,
Pet Shop Boys,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Pagans,
Siglo XX,
Wings,
X-Ray Spex,
Royal Trux,
Babytalk,
Guru Guru,
Neil Young,
La Düsseldorf,
Erykah Badu,
Joey Negro,
The Detroit Cobras,
Bang On A Can,
World's Most,
The Music Machine,
Niagra,
Pharoah Sanders,
the Soft Cell,
Jandek,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Gregory Isaacs,
Faraquet,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Con Funk Shun,
Davy DMX,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs.
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.