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 Benin and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 Robert Palmer 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 Susan Cadogan to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Pharoah Sanders. All the underground hits.
All Scan 7 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Saccharine Trust record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 a guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Frankie Knuckles,
Ludus,
Eddi Front,
Television Personalities,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Carl Craig,
Nas,
E-Dancer,
Sexual Harrassment,
Subhumans,
The Skatalites,
Derrick May,
Gong,
X-101,
Gang Green,
Pharoah Sanders,
Quando Quango,
The Moleskins,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Gories,
The Standells,
Mantronix,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Darondo,
Nico,
Arthur Verocai,
the Fania All-Stars,
Delon & Dalcan,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Blake Baxter,
Interpol,
Jandek,
Jacques Brel,
Agent Orange,
Neil Young,
Rapeman,
The United States of America,
Isaac Hayes,
Toni Rubio,
Audionom,
Wally Richardson,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Fatback Band,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Kool Moe Dee,
Porter Ricks,
Howard Jones,
Moby Grape,
Main Source,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Boz Scaggs,
ABBA,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Robert Hood,
Henry Cow,
Das Ding,
Magazine,
Ice-T,
Aaron Thompson,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Jimmy McGriff,
Supertramp,
Aswad, Aswad, Aswad, Aswad.
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.