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 Tajikistan and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 synthesizer 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 Dark Day to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Gun Club. All the underground hits.
All Marcia Griffiths tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Public Image Ltd. 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Guru Guru record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sound,
Fugazi,
Josef K,
Brothers Johnson,
Laurel Aitken,
Surgeon,
48th St. Collective,
Oblivians,
Country Teasers,
Rekid,
Black Flag,
Alice Coltrane,
Roy Ayers,
The Beau Brummels,
Babytalk,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Soul Sonic Force,
Bobby Hutcherson,
the Bar-Kays,
The United States of America,
The Slits,
The Buckinghams,
Boredoms,
Crime,
Ohio Players,
The Velvet Underground,
Spoonie Gee,
Michelle Simonal,
F. McDonald,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Silicon Teens,
China Crisis,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Marc Almond,
Prince Buster,
Jerry's Kids,
Sonic Youth,
Fela Kuti,
Lungfish,
The Alarm Clocks,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Hasil Adkins,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Fortunes,
Soulsonic Force,
New Age Steppers,
Delon & Dalcan,
Drexciya,
One Last Wish,
Adolescents,
Man Parrish,
Aaron Thompson,
Robert Wyatt,
FM Einheit,
The Knickerbockers,
The Smiths,
Harry Pussy,
Max Romeo,
Shoche,
The Associates,
Half Japanese,
Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh.
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.