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 Honduras 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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Flash Fearless to the techno 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 Eden Ahbez. All the underground hits.
All Harpers Bizarre tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Lydon 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Television Personalities record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Human League,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Joy Division,
The Wake,
Angry Samoans,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Glenn Branca,
Avey Tare,
Audionom,
Eric B and Rakim,
Can,
Soulsonic Force,
Flamin' Groovies,
Andrew Hill,
Robert Wyatt,
Terry Callier,
Pharoah Sanders,
Sound Behaviour,
the Germs,
Alice Coltrane,
The Detroit Cobras,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Stetsasonic,
Cybotron,
Skriet,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Aaron Thompson,
Panda Bear,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
China Crisis,
Chrome,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Joe Finger,
Moby Grape,
Rakim,
The Misunderstood,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Jawbox,
Deakin,
Pagans,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Eddi Front,
The Barracudas,
Maurizio,
John Coltrane,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Hashim,
Barbara Tucker,
New Order,
Blake Baxter,
The Knickerbockers,
Derrick May,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Zapp,
Supertramp,
Fluxion,
Traffic Nightmare,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Star Department, The Star Department, The Star Department, The Star Department.
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.