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 Israel and from Glasgow.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Joy Division to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 cv313. All the underground hits.
All Crispian St. Peters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every B.T. Express 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Fania All-Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hardrive,
Angry Samoans,
Metal Thangz,
Marcia Griffiths,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Guru Guru,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Scrapy,
Warren Ellis,
UT,
The Motions,
Basic Channel,
Marc Almond,
The Trojans,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Curtis Mayfield,
Marmalade,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The American Breed,
Siglo XX,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Sun Ra,
Freddie Wadling,
The Invisible,
The Sound,
John Coltrane,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Skaos,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Skriet,
Danielle Patucci,
Khruangbin,
Ossler,
OOIOO,
Carl Craig,
John Holt,
Kerri Chandler,
Crime,
Cluster,
The Evens,
China Crisis,
Excepter,
Patti Smith,
Grandmaster Flash,
Quantec,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Monochrome Set,
Brass Construction,
Procol Harum,
Mission of Burma,
Albert Ayler,
The Busters,
The Index,
Derrick Morgan,
Eric Copeland,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Raincoats,
Jesper Dahlback,
Gang Gang Dance,
Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth.
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.