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 Kenya and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle 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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 güiro 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 The Misunderstood to the techno 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 Joe Finger. All the underground hits.
All The Star Department tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Foxx record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minny Pops record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Heavy D & The Boyz,
the Slits,
Monolake,
Bobby Womack,
In Retrospect,
Swell Maps,
Agitation Free,
Brick,
Lebanon Hanover,
Jacob Miller,
China Crisis,
Sarah Menescal,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Little Man,
Porter Ricks,
Soft Machine,
The Sonics,
Joey Negro,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Derrick May,
Organ,
Con Funk Shun,
The Fortunes,
Marmalade,
Tears for Fears,
Reuben Wilson,
Maurizio,
Boogie Down Productions,
Bad Manners,
Oneida,
DNA,
Sonny Sharrock,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Lucky Dragons,
FM Einheit,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Reagan Youth,
The Modern Lovers,
The Offenders,
KRS-One,
Marshall Jefferson,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Skaos,
Outsiders,
David Axelrod,
Eric B and Rakim,
Popol Vuh,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Funkadelic,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Black Dice,
The Stooges,
Goldenarms,
Cameo,
Fugazi,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Fuzztones,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
OOIOO,
Liliput,
Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra.
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.