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 Kuwait and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Mark Hollis to the grime 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 KRS-One. All the underground hits.
All Harry Pussy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fluxion record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Pus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sam Rivers,
Ash Ra Tempel,
DJ Sneak,
The Neon Judgement,
The Saints,
the Human League,
Fifty Foot Hose,
La Düsseldorf,
Aural Exciters,
Suicide,
Flash Fearless,
Hardrive,
Urselle,
The Fire Engines,
Fela Kuti,
Pagans,
Lalo Schifrin,
Porter Ricks,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Swans,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Tomorrow,
MC5,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Livin' Joy,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Andrew Hill,
Jacob Miller,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Johnny Clarke,
8 Eyed Spy,
Eddi Front,
Eurythmics,
The Moody Blues,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Detroit Cobras,
Eric B and Rakim,
Juan Atkins,
Michelle Simonal,
Mark Hollis,
Dead Boys,
The J.B.'s,
Sun Ra,
Absolute Body Control,
Visage,
Nils Olav,
June Days,
The Residents,
Nico,
Main Source,
Jeru the Damaja,
Crooked Eye,
Electric Prunes,
Stetsasonic,
Bauhaus,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Section 25,
Funky Four + One,
Girls At Our Best!,
Blake Baxter,
Quantec,
The Busters,
Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar.
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.