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 Yemen and from Philadelphia.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Lalo Schifrin to the grunge 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 Beasts of Bourbon. All the underground hits.
All Interpol tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Massinfluence record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DJ Style record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gregory Isaacs,
X-Ray Spex,
Lightning Bolt,
Ronan,
Harmonia,
Skaos,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Quantec,
These Immortal Souls,
Index,
Con Funk Shun,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
F. McDonald,
Sex Pistols,
CMW,
The Offenders,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Scrapy,
Derrick Morgan,
Bill Wells,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Magma,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Mo-Dettes,
Soul II Soul,
cv313,
The Blues Magoos,
Alphaville,
Roxette,
Bobby Byrd,
The Cowsills,
Barbara Tucker,
X-101,
Minnie Riperton,
The Move,
Drive Like Jehu,
A Certain Ratio,
Man Parrish,
Model 500,
Ornette Coleman,
Angry Samoans,
Stiv Bators,
Donny Hathaway,
Saccharine Trust,
Television Personalities,
The Skatalites,
David McCallum,
Yazoo,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Gang Green,
The Durutti Column,
T. Rex,
LL Cool J,
Scan 7,
Carl Craig,
The Five Americans,
Roy Ayers,
Nas,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Happenings,
Sällskapet,
Godley & Creme,
Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle.
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.