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 Mauritania and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Philadelphia.
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 organ 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 Severed Heads to the dance 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 Simply Red. All the underground hits.
All Livin' Joy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eyeless In Gaza record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 theremin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mummies record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sister Nancy,
Outsiders,
Ituana,
Stereo Dub,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Amazonics,
Second Layer,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Throbbing Gristle,
Black Bananas,
Drive Like Jehu,
Bluetip,
Agitation Free,
Pole,
The Barracudas,
Frankie Knuckles,
Cymande,
Jeff Mills,
Sexual Harrassment,
In Retrospect,
Motorama,
Surgeon,
Dark Day,
Royal Trux,
The Cure,
A Flock of Seagulls,
D'Angelo,
Yellowson,
Panda Bear,
John Coltrane,
Lower 48,
Kas Product,
Morten Harket,
Lee Hazlewood,
Graham Central Station,
The Grass Roots,
10cc,
The Divine Comedy,
The American Breed,
Sarah Menescal,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Altered Images,
Ken Boothe,
Bill Near,
Tim Buckley,
The Wake,
Anthony Braxton,
Johnny Osbourne,
Cameo,
Siglo XX,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Rotary Connection,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Glambeats Corp.,
Aaron Thompson,
Public Image Ltd.,
Nils Olav,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Shoche, Shoche, Shoche, Shoche.
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.