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 Bolivia and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Neil Young & Crazy Horse to the dance 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 Youth Brigade. All the underground hits.
All Bronski Beat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hardrive record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camouflage record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New Order,
Nas,
Basic Channel,
Rosa Yemen,
Oneida,
Sight & Sound,
the Sonics,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Litter,
Isaac Hayes,
Camberwell Now,
Minutemen,
Surgeon,
DJ Sneak,
Byron Stingily,
Sandy B,
Boogie Down Productions,
Grandmaster Flash,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Funky Four + One,
Kaleidoscope,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Panda Bear,
Nik Kershaw,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
R.M.O.,
Masters at Work,
Sugar Minott,
Nirvana,
Yellowson,
Eric Copeland,
Vladislav Delay,
The Names,
Shuggie Otis,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
the Bar-Kays,
the Fania All-Stars,
Fugazi,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Angels of Light,
The Neon Judgement,
Max Romeo,
Mission of Burma,
Curtis Mayfield,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Eddi Front,
Althea and Donna,
Lyres,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Doobie Brothers,
Alton Ellis,
Unrelated Segments,
Sex Pistols,
Black Flag,
Yaz,
Ituana,
Terry Callier,
Big Daddy Kane,
Henry Cow,
The Divine Comedy,
Skarface, Skarface, Skarface, Skarface.
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.