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 Samoa and from Hong Kong.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Rhythim Is Rhythim to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Arcadia. All the underground hits.
All Livin' Joy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joe Finger record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sound Behaviour record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Godley & Creme,
The Moleskins,
The Shadows of Knight,
Tres Demented,
The Gun Club,
The Sonics,
OOIOO,
Zero Boys,
The Dead C,
Todd Rundgren,
Joyce Sims,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Count Five,
Chris Corsano,
Sound Behaviour,
Moby Grape,
Joensuu 1685,
U.S. Maple,
Harmonia,
Amon Düül II,
Yusef Lateef,
Terrestrial Tones,
Radio Birdman,
Tommy Roe,
Fat Boys,
Television,
Ludus,
Mo-Dettes,
Soulsonic Force,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Eric Copeland,
John Coltrane,
B.T. Express,
Aloha Tigers,
The Fall,
Eurythmics,
Funky Four + One,
K-Klass,
The Raincoats,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
David Axelrod,
Albert Ayler,
Tubeway Army,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Cure,
The Skatalites,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Scrapy,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Warren Ellis,
LL Cool J,
Neu!,
Quadrant,
Donald Byrd,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Ice-T,
Reuben Wilson,
The Dirtbombs,
The Star Department,
Lalann, Lalann, Lalann, Lalann.
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.