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 Colombia and from Winnipeg.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 The Smoke to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Saccharine Trust. All the underground hits.
All Siouxsie and the Banshees tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barry Ungar 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soft Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stereo Dub,
Letta Mbulu,
The Gun Club,
Eddi Front,
Rufus Thomas,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Alison Limerick,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Negative Approach,
Yaz,
Subhumans,
Joy Division,
Funky Four + One,
Erykah Badu,
Rekid,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Victims,
The Count Five,
Morten Harket,
Circle Jerks,
E-Dancer,
Gregory Isaacs,
Moss Icon,
Freddie Wadling,
Qualms,
The Vogues,
Public Enemy,
Y Pants,
Gang of Four,
Ituana,
Scott Walker,
Malaria!,
Depeche Mode,
Sugar Minott,
Alphaville,
Japan,
Cal Tjader,
Thee Headcoats,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Todd Rundgren,
Lakeside,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Litter,
Desert Stars,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Delta 5,
Suburban Knight,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Sonic Youth,
Quantec,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
F. McDonald,
Magma,
Curtis Mayfield,
Steve Hackett,
Suicide,
In Retrospect,
Monks,
The Neon Judgement,
The Beau Brummels,
Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt.
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.