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 Germany and from Milan.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Houston.
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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Black Dice to the rock 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 Anakelly. All the underground hits.
All James Chance & The Contortions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kerri Chandler record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Motorama record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Shadows of Knight,
Japan,
Fear,
Bill Near,
The New Christs,
Cal Tjader,
Delon & Dalcan,
Mars,
Kenny Larkin,
The American Breed,
the Fania All-Stars,
Mad Mike,
Yazoo,
Section 25,
Cecil Taylor,
Alphaville,
In Retrospect,
The Buckinghams,
Glambeats Corp.,
L. Decosne,
Sam Rivers,
Joe Smooth,
Warren Ellis,
Warsaw,
New York Dolls,
Crooked Eye,
The Fall,
The Invisible,
B.T. Express,
Black Pus,
The Star Department,
The Cure,
Banda Bassotti,
Avey Tare,
Traffic Nightmare,
Scratch Acid,
Monolake,
The Pop Group,
Godley & Creme,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Television Personalities,
Kerri Chandler,
The Slackers,
Lungfish,
Kevin Saunderson,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Dawn Penn,
Adolescents,
The Gladiators,
Faust,
Oneida,
Model 500,
Circle Jerks,
Brand Nubian,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Fluxion,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Masters at Work,
Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck.
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.