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 Israel and from Tehran.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Electric Prunes to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Rites of Spring. All the underground hits.
All Guru Guru tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sunsets and Hearts record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a E-Dancer record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Shuggie Otis,
Tubeway Army,
Ronan,
The Associates,
The Names,
Donny Hathaway,
Pet Shop Boys,
Bobbi Humphrey,
UT,
Harpers Bizarre,
Agitation Free,
Grauzone,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
John Coltrane,
Flash Fearless,
Jawbox,
Camberwell Now,
Jerry's Kids,
Country Joe & The Fish,
X-Ray Spex,
Arab on Radar,
Ultimate Spinach,
Rotary Connection,
The Motions,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Freddie Wadling,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Faraquet,
Los Fastidios,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Throbbing Gristle,
Negative Approach,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Absolute Body Control,
Bill Near,
Crime,
Oneida,
Eric Dolphy,
The Residents,
Jandek,
Boogie Down Productions,
the Normal,
Wire,
The Human League,
The Smiths,
Rekid,
Lakeside,
Intrusion,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Velvet Underground,
The Last Poets,
One Last Wish,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Pierre Henry,
Sam Rivers,
Nas,
Rufus Thomas,
Trumans Water,
Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust.
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.