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 South Sudan and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Rhythm & Sound to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Wire. All the underground hits.
All Los Fastidios tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Bananas 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thompson Twins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Malaria!,
Aswad,
Juan Atkins,
Darondo,
Glambeats Corp.,
PIL,
Lungfish,
Jerry's Kids,
FM Einheit,
Buzzcocks,
Essential Logic,
Youth Brigade,
the Human League,
Blossom Toes,
The Gladiators,
Janne Schatter,
Nirvana,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Chris & Cosey,
The Mojo Men,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Radio Birdman,
Swans,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Anthony Braxton,
The Misunderstood,
Minnie Riperton,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Simply Red,
Man Parrish,
Newcleus,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Smog,
Tom Boy,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Sonic Youth,
Jimmy McGriff,
Soulsonic Force,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Crooked Eye,
Donald Byrd,
The Last Poets,
Zapp,
Joey Negro,
Slave,
The Raincoats,
the Sonics,
Tres Demented,
Animal Collective,
Cheater Slicks,
Warren Ellis,
The Busters,
Neu!,
The Moody Blues,
The Moleskins,
Wings,
Kerri Chandler,
The Smoke,
The Invisible, The Invisible, The Invisible, The Invisible.
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.