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 Tonga and from Manchester.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 Robert Palmer 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 DJ Style to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Rhythm & Sound. All the underground hits.
All Icehouse tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mark Hollis 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mojo Men record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Henry Cow,
Lalo Schifrin,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
X-101,
Wings,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Crooked Eye,
Pantaleimon,
Pole,
Grandmaster Flash,
Groovy Waters,
Nik Kershaw,
Darondo,
Harpers Bizarre,
Half Japanese,
Toni Rubio,
Gang Starr,
The Remains,
Danielle Patucci,
Sunsets and Hearts,
EPMD,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Slave,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
John Lydon,
the Sonics,
Joyce Sims,
Silicon Teens,
Hasil Adkins,
Organ,
Parry Music,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Gang Gang Dance,
Camouflage,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Grass Roots,
Au Pairs,
Ludus,
Juan Atkins,
Sonic Youth,
The Dead C,
Roger Hodgson,
Skaos,
Robert Görl,
Glenn Branca,
Freddie Wadling,
Cecil Taylor,
Eric Copeland,
Infiniti,
Faraquet,
Motorama,
Robert Wyatt,
The Flesh Eaters,
Stiv Bators,
Ituana,
The Stooges,
Aloha Tigers,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Minor Threat,
Ornette Coleman,
Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock.
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.