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 Slovenia and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 Mary Jane Girls to the grime 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 Organ. All the underground hits.
All Sight & Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boredoms record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soul Sonic Force record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mummies,
Brothers Johnson,
Bronski Beat,
Shuggie Otis,
U.S. Maple,
Sixth Finger,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Whodini,
Country Teasers,
Archie Shepp,
Scott Walker,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Faust,
The Detroit Cobras,
Donny Hathaway,
the Bar-Kays,
Lou Reed,
Minutemen,
Tommy Roe,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Pantaleimon,
The Electric Prunes,
EPMD,
Rufus Thomas,
Terry Callier,
Johnny Clarke,
The Remains,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Rapeman,
John Lydon,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Ten City,
Reuben Wilson,
D'Angelo,
Chris Corsano,
Surgeon,
Grey Daturas,
Soft Machine,
The Divine Comedy,
Nas,
ABBA,
Wire,
Tim Buckley,
Fela Kuti,
Lyres,
Anakelly,
Chrome,
Radiopuhelimet,
Barry Ungar,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Barracudas,
Glenn Branca,
Basic Channel,
Popol Vuh,
Visage,
Vladislav Delay,
Negative Approach,
Pylon,
The Saints,
Crispian St. Peters,
Newcleus, Newcleus, Newcleus, Newcleus.
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.