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 Nigeria and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 rhodes 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 Henry Cow to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Lou Reed & John Cale. All the underground hits.
All Donald Byrd tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Isaac Hayes 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 an organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mighty Diamonds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Index,
Goldenarms,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Aaron Thompson,
The Misunderstood,
Funkadelic,
Swell Maps,
Pere Ubu,
Technova,
Crooked Eye,
Dave Gahan,
Royal Trux,
The American Breed,
Thee Headcoats,
Hoover,
Swans,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Neil Young,
Eddi Front,
The Birthday Party,
Laurel Aitken,
Soul II Soul,
Yellowson,
Cheater Slicks,
MC5,
Maleditus Sound,
Deadbeat,
The Blackbyrds,
Neu!,
Josef K,
Nils Olav,
Slick Rick,
Jeff Mills,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Trojans,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Scott Walker,
the Fania All-Stars,
Bizarre Inc.,
Rotary Connection,
Mad Mike,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Bobby Byrd,
Agitation Free,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Von Mondo,
Ronan,
The Dead C,
Jerry's Kids,
Eli Mardock,
Japan,
X-Ray Spex,
Warren Ellis,
Clear Light,
China Crisis,
Pierre Henry,
Radiopuhelimet,
Alphaville,
Schoolly D,
Drexciya,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force.
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.