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 Angola and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 The Monks to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Sparks. All the underground hits.
All Soft Cell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Sherman 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Angry Samoans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Anthony Braxton,
Radio Birdman,
EPMD,
Big Daddy Kane,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Techniques,
Yusef Lateef,
H. Thieme,
Camouflage,
Jacob Miller,
The Associates,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Jerry's Kids,
The Mighty Diamonds,
June Days,
Fatback Band,
Easy Going,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Velvet Underground,
Hashim,
kango's stein massive,
Faust,
Scrapy,
Subhumans,
The Saints,
Stockholm Monsters,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Accadde A,
The Toasters,
The Star Department,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Eric Dolphy,
The Kinks,
E-Dancer,
This Heat,
Symarip,
The Seeds,
Max Romeo,
the Bar-Kays,
ABBA,
Wings,
Jandek,
Aloha Tigers,
Darondo,
Albert Ayler,
Henry Cow,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Suburban Knight,
Alison Limerick,
Young Marble Giants,
Ronan,
Fluxion,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Skatalites,
Agitation Free,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Quando Quango,
Public Enemy,
The Blues Magoos,
Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats.
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.