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 Taiwan and from Delhi.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the sitar 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 Todd Terry to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Pole. All the underground hits.
All The Knickerbockers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nils Olav 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gichy Dan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Andrew Hill,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Tommy Roe,
The Dead C,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
the Association,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Sun City Girls,
The Offenders,
Pagans,
Crash Course in Science,
Boredoms,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Happenings,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Index,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Sällskapet,
The Cramps,
Donny Hathaway,
The Misunderstood,
Sandy B,
Juan Atkins,
Grey Daturas,
Soft Machine,
Ralphi Rosario,
Roger Hodgson,
Jeff Lynne,
Anthony Braxton,
Darondo,
Sparks,
Gang Green,
Cameo,
The Dirtbombs,
Lindisfarne,
Aswad,
The Cure,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
China Crisis,
Joyce Sims,
Marcia Griffiths,
Morten Harket,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The J.B.'s,
Negative Approach,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Swans,
The Skatalites,
Rod Modell,
Josef K,
Anakelly,
John Coltrane,
Rotary Connection,
Gabor Szabo,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Lucky Dragons,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Susan Cadogan,
Unrelated Segments,
The Velvet Underground,
Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane.
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.