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 Ireland and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 808 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 Piero Umiliani to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Scan 7. All the underground hits.
All Ultramagnetic MC's tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Urselle record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pierre Henry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gastr Del Sol,
Rod Modell,
Joyce Sims,
Morten Harket,
David Axelrod,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Rufus Thomas,
Rakim,
Anthony Braxton,
Q65,
Derrick Morgan,
Idris Muhammad,
Fluxion,
Scan 7,
The Cramps,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Lower 48,
The Vogues,
The Zeros,
Robert Görl,
Cybotron,
Porter Ricks,
Janne Schatter,
Altered Images,
The Durutti Column,
Lightning Bolt,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Harmonia,
The Fall,
Pierre Henry,
The Index,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Los Fastidios,
Subhumans,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Radiohead,
Max Romeo,
Nas,
Make Up,
The Shadows of Knight,
Junior Murvin,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Remains,
The Doobie Brothers,
Juan Atkins,
Inner City,
Josef K,
Boredoms,
Marvin Gaye,
Au Pairs,
the Bar-Kays,
Marshall Jefferson,
Television Personalities,
Jawbox,
Warsaw,
The Red Krayola,
Wally Richardson,
Sarah Menescal,
The Pop Group,
The Blackbyrds,
Tres Demented,
Oblivians,
Massinfluence, Massinfluence, Massinfluence, Massinfluence.
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.