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 Cambodia and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 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 Joey Negro to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme. All the underground hits.
All Gary Puckett & The Union Gap tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every JFA 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Motions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Half Japanese,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Yazoo,
48th St. Collective,
Fatback Band,
Robert Görl,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Scan 7,
K-Klass,
Piero Umiliani,
Oblivians,
The Zeros,
June Days,
Morten Harket,
Faraquet,
Iggy Pop,
Idris Muhammad,
The Divine Comedy,
Mary Jane Girls,
Joey Negro,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Sun Ra,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Victims,
The Detroit Cobras,
Index,
Malaria!,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Slackers,
Kurtis Blow,
Sister Nancy,
The Fuzztones,
Organ,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Ponytail,
Sun City Girls,
Unwound,
Mandrill,
Black Pus,
Cal Tjader,
Whodini,
Peter and Kerry,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Drive Like Jehu,
Ornette Coleman,
Sam Rivers,
Sound Behaviour,
Subhumans,
Goldenarms,
Girls At Our Best!,
Arab on Radar,
The Monochrome Set,
The American Breed,
Camberwell Now,
Eddi Front,
Pagans,
La Düsseldorf,
Nirvana,
Lightning Bolt,
Blossom Toes,
Y Pants,
Marine Girls,
Second Layer, Second Layer, Second Layer, Second Layer.
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.