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 Rwanda and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 Lou Reed 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 Lebanon Hanover to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Laurel Aitken. All the underground hits.
All Glenn Branca tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 guitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Residents record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Index,
DJ Style,
Kurtis Blow,
Banda Bassotti,
Gang Green,
Soft Machine,
Guru Guru,
Quadrant,
Stereo Dub,
Rapeman,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Minnie Riperton,
Arthur Verocai,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Alton Ellis,
The Index,
Sun Ra,
Rod Modell,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Pylon,
8 Eyed Spy,
Unwound,
Charles Mingus,
Terrestrial Tones,
Rakim,
The Velvet Underground,
Smog,
Henry Cow,
Johnny Osbourne,
Byron Stingily,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
the Germs,
Magma,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Boredoms,
Spandau Ballet,
Man Eating Sloth,
Yellowson,
Howard Jones,
Arab on Radar,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Slick Rick,
Easy Going,
Ronan,
Buzzcocks,
Crispy Ambulance,
Cybotron,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Zeros,
Pharoah Sanders,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Piero Umiliani,
Scientists,
Crispian St. Peters,
Kerri Chandler,
Ponytail,
The Gories,
Von Mondo,
Traffic Nightmare,
The J.B.'s,
Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes.
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.