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 Pakistan and from Cairo.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 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 Sonny Sharrock to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Piero Umiliani. All the underground hits.
All Johnny Osbourne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mr. Review record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Albert Ayler record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Model 500,
Yusef Lateef,
Sonic Youth,
Symarip,
The Golliwogs,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Nation of Ulysses,
Joe Finger,
Danielle Patucci,
The Modern Lovers,
Scott Walker,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Janne Schatter,
The Fuzztones,
Sun City Girls,
Flash Fearless,
Inner City,
Audionom,
Niagra,
The Zeros,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Pantytec,
Scrapy,
Quantec,
Mo-Dettes,
Susan Cadogan,
Outsiders,
Nas,
Gregory Isaacs,
Sam Rivers,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Interpol,
Aswad,
Public Image Ltd.,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Laurel Aitken,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Cure,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Derrick May,
The Techniques,
Joe Smooth,
Chris Corsano,
Lightning Bolt,
The Martian,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Evens,
Banda Bassotti,
Trumans Water,
The Move,
Matthew Bourne,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Y Pants,
Icehouse,
Crispian St. Peters,
ABC,
These Immortal Souls,
Nils Olav,
Roger Hodgson,
Marmalade,
The Blues Magoos,
AZ, AZ, AZ, AZ.
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.