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 Croatia and from Sao Paulo.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Madrid.
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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Kaleidoscope to the grunge 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 Moby Grape. All the underground hits.
All Unrelated Segments tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crime 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Andrew Hill record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ash Ra Tempel,
Make Up,
Wolf Eyes,
Rotary Connection,
Clear Light,
Crooked Eye,
Quando Quango,
Inner City,
Neu!,
Flash Fearless,
kango's stein massive,
Minny Pops,
Black Bananas,
the Germs,
These Immortal Souls,
Warren Ellis,
The Blackbyrds,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
UT,
Rosa Yemen,
Organ,
Rufus Thomas,
Kas Product,
Black Pus,
Tomorrow,
Sarah Menescal,
Ornette Coleman,
Roger Hodgson,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Throbbing Gristle,
Ossler,
T. Rex,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
8 Eyed Spy,
Unrelated Segments,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Human League,
Gabor Szabo,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Agitation Free,
Stiv Bators,
The Index,
Man Parrish,
Funky Four + One,
The Grass Roots,
Alice Coltrane,
The Five Americans,
Public Enemy,
The Pop Group,
Todd Terry,
Todd Rundgren,
The Dirtbombs,
MDC,
Jimmy McGriff,
Steve Hackett,
Lower 48,
Tommy Roe,
Subhumans,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Dave Gahan,
Malaria!,
Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins.
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.