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 South Africa and from Paris.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Funkadelic to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Public Enemy. All the underground hits.
All Skarface tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sparks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jimmy McGriff record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Matthew Halsall,
Ronnie Foster,
Ponytail,
The Seeds,
Los Fastidios,
Amazonics,
Darondo,
Jerry's Kids,
Rotary Connection,
Lucky Dragons,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Human League,
MC5,
Fatback Band,
the Normal,
Sun Ra,
The Vogues,
Todd Rundgren,
Tommy Roe,
Mr. Review,
Slave,
The Trojans,
Suburban Knight,
Visage,
Procol Harum,
Boogie Down Productions,
Lalo Schifrin,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Radiopuhelimet,
Quantec,
The Motions,
Erasure,
Slick Rick,
Bluetip,
Neu!,
The Beau Brummels,
The Moody Blues,
Bizarre Inc.,
Ultravox,
The Techniques,
Dark Day,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Neon Judgement,
Rekid,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Josef K,
Brand Nubian,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Last Poets,
Moss Icon,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
John Foxx,
Amon Düül II,
Kevin Saunderson,
Yaz,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Tubeway Army,
Unrelated Segments,
Cameo,
Maleditus Sound,
Echospace,
Drive Like Jehu,
Piero Umiliani,
Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop.
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.