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 Suriname and from Manila.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 808 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 Pharoah Sanders to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Peter and Kerry. All the underground hits.
All Aural Exciters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Lydon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Q and Not U record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Section 25,
The Cowsills,
Rhythm & Sound,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Aswad,
Lucky Dragons,
Dawn Penn,
The Human League,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Dorothy Ashby,
DJ Sneak,
Grandmaster Flash,
Joensuu 1685,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Tomorrow,
Isaac Hayes,
The Knickerbockers,
Kevin Saunderson,
Bobby Womack,
Black Pus,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Wolf Eyes,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Masters at Work,
Pere Ubu,
Mandrill,
Mantronix,
John Holt,
Brass Construction,
Popol Vuh,
Lightning Bolt,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Public Image Ltd.,
Ronnie Foster,
The Sound,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Marine Girls,
Donald Byrd,
Stetsasonic,
The Fugs,
The Kinks,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
H. Thieme,
Be Bop Deluxe,
World's Most,
Hot Snakes,
The Mummies,
Country Teasers,
Black Bananas,
David McCallum,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Amon Düül II,
The Fall,
Colin Newman,
Bootsy Collins,
Ultravox,
Deepchord,
Kayak,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry.
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.