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 Slovenia and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 synthesizer 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 Fatback Band to the funk 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 Das Ding. All the underground hits.
All Minutemen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth 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 a chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Moby Grape record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Loose Ends,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Make Up,
F. McDonald,
The Music Machine,
Stiv Bators,
Audionom,
Urselle,
Fluxion,
ABBA,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
La Düsseldorf,
Isaac Hayes,
Gregory Isaacs,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Kinks,
Black Pus,
Stetsasonic,
Amazonics,
The Beau Brummels,
Prince Buster,
Robert Görl,
10cc,
The Human League,
Surgeon,
Barrington Levy,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Nik Kershaw,
Vainqueur,
Aloha Tigers,
Duran Duran,
Anakelly,
Intrusion,
Country Joe & The Fish,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Au Pairs,
The Doors,
Morten Harket,
the Association,
Pharoah Sanders,
New Age Steppers,
Kevin Saunderson,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Pylon,
The Electric Prunes,
The Monks,
The Index,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Gang Starr,
Mr. Review,
Suburban Knight,
The Gladiators,
the Bar-Kays,
Porter Ricks,
The Victims,
Blake Baxter,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Kayak,
Eric Dolphy,
Tommy Roe,
China Crisis,
Pere Ubu,
Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins.
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.