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 Tuvalu and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Donald Byrd. All the underground hits.
All Royal Trux tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every AZ 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Pus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Prince Buster,
Joyce Sims,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
K-Klass,
Gang Green,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Popol Vuh,
Organ,
Soulsonic Force,
Magazine,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Connie Case,
Brothers Johnson,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
H. Thieme,
John Cale,
Youth Brigade,
DNA,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Ultravox,
The Dead C,
Simply Red,
Quadrant,
Steve Hackett,
Thee Headcoats,
Althea and Donna,
Peter & Gordon,
Eden Ahbez,
Panda Bear,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Scientists,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
the Soft Cell,
Mandrill,
Amon Düül,
JFA,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Cymande,
Fifty Foot Hose,
AZ,
Suicide,
The Walker Brothers,
The Detroit Cobras,
Danielle Patucci,
Monks,
David McCallum,
Eli Mardock,
Laurel Aitken,
Newcleus,
Hoover,
Tropical Tobacco,
Joe Smooth,
Shoche,
Jacob Miller,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Sonics,
Glenn Branca,
Matthew Halsall,
Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee.
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.