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 Saudi Arabia and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 harpsichord 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 Circle Jerks to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Pop Group. All the underground hits.
All The Red Krayola tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Royal Family And The Poor record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Absolute Body Control record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ken Boothe,
Lebanon Hanover,
Franke,
The Dead C,
AZ,
Kerri Chandler,
Rekid,
Roy Ayers,
Scientists,
David Axelrod,
Crash Course in Science,
Flipper,
Neil Young,
Gang Green,
Gong,
Terry Callier,
James White and The Blacks,
Blancmange,
The Stooges,
Robert Hood,
John Coltrane,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
ABC,
The Skatalites,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Yellowson,
The Evens,
The Electric Prunes,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Neon Judgement,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Freddie Wadling,
DJ Style,
Kurtis Blow,
This Heat,
Faraquet,
The Smiths,
Toni Rubio,
Bauhaus,
Country Teasers,
Leonard Cohen,
Vladislav Delay,
Circle Jerks,
Bill Wells,
Aural Exciters,
Bobby Womack,
Zapp,
Magma,
The Cramps,
The Litter,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Fall,
Pagans,
Audionom,
Gabor Szabo,
Girls At Our Best!,
Ten City,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Skarface,
Supertramp,
Eric Dolphy,
Don Cherry,
The Sound,
Stiv Bators,
Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel.
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.