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 Namibia and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 James Chance & The Contortions to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Ultra Naté. All the underground hits.
All Colin Newman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every UT 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bush Tetras record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Tremeloes,
The Victims,
Fat Boys,
Isaac Hayes,
Unwound,
Althea and Donna,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Carl Craig,
Bobby Byrd,
The Move,
The Selecter,
Siglo XX,
Fad Gadget,
Young Marble Giants,
48th St. Collective,
Harry Pussy,
Hoover,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Barry Ungar,
Bauhaus,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Anakelly,
Piero Umiliani,
The Moleskins,
Byron Stingily,
Ohio Players,
Don Cherry,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Babytalk,
June Days,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Eric B and Rakim,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Hasil Adkins,
Grey Daturas,
Marine Girls,
Howard Jones,
Bob Dylan,
Swell Maps,
John Holt,
Eddi Front,
Fatback Band,
Scion,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Angels of Light,
The Gap Band,
FM Einheit,
Loose Ends,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Bill Wells,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Infiniti,
Parry Music,
Moby Grape,
Supertramp,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The American Breed,
Sandy B,
Slave,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Cymande,
Can, Can, Can, Can.
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.