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 Mauritania and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Stockholm.
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 marimba 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 Gang Green to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Bobby Hutcherson. All the underground hits.
All Scrapy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Slave 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 '90s.
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 Thee Headcoats record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harpers Bizarre,
The Kinks,
Fluxion,
The Sisters of Mercy,
New Age Steppers,
Davy DMX,
Ossler,
Clear Light,
New York Dolls,
the Normal,
In Retrospect,
Chris & Cosey,
Niagra,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Circle Jerks,
The Cramps,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
James White and The Blacks,
B.T. Express,
Pharoah Sanders,
E-Dancer,
Harmonia,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Cure,
John Coltrane,
The Velvet Underground,
Country Teasers,
Au Pairs,
The Pretty Things,
Rotary Connection,
The Stooges,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Modern Lovers,
Public Image Ltd.,
Sun Ra,
Skarface,
Wings,
Eddi Front,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Smoke,
Alton Ellis,
Infiniti,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Marmalade,
Subhumans,
Graham Central Station,
Sound Behaviour,
The Misunderstood,
Sun City Girls,
The Young Rascals,
Newcleus,
Idris Muhammad,
Marine Girls,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Star Department,
Wolf Eyes,
PIL,
Donald Byrd,
Unwound,
Fela Kuti,
the Bar-Kays,
Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc..
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.