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 Philadelphia.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Cheater Slicks to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Five Americans. All the underground hits.
All Newcleus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hashim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Angels of Light record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare,
Vainqueur,
T.S.O.L.,
Minutemen,
The Grass Roots,
Albert Ayler,
Morten Harket,
Sam Rivers,
UT,
Neil Young,
Derrick Morgan,
Con Funk Shun,
The Buckinghams,
Severed Heads,
Barbara Tucker,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Moby Grape,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
MC5,
Don Cherry,
The Tremeloes,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Fugs,
Icehouse,
Supertramp,
Trumans Water,
The Electric Prunes,
Cluster,
Cybotron,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Roxy Music,
Grandmaster Flash,
Minny Pops,
Eden Ahbez,
Yellowson,
Radiopuhelimet,
B.T. Express,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Anthony Braxton,
Hashim,
Excepter,
The Wake,
Whodini,
OOIOO,
Niagra,
The Young Rascals,
Joy Division,
EPMD,
Grauzone,
Fatback Band,
Main Source,
The Alarm Clocks,
Flash Fearless,
Q65,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
June Days,
Mo-Dettes,
Half Japanese,
Babytalk,
The Searchers,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth.
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.