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 El Salvador and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 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 Gian Franco Pienzio to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Crispian St. Peters. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alison Limerick record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 güiro and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Matthew Halsall record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gun Club,
Kevin Saunderson,
Godley & Creme,
Spoonie Gee,
FM Einheit,
Laurel Aitken,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Cure,
Aural Exciters,
The Dead C,
DJ Sneak,
Cecil Taylor,
Qualms,
Tommy Roe,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Warren Ellis,
John Holt,
Maleditus Sound,
The Barracudas,
Crash Course in Science,
Sam Rivers,
Angry Samoans,
Roxette,
Byron Stingily,
Mr. Review,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Offenders,
Underground Resistance,
Mantronix,
Supertramp,
Gabor Szabo,
Nas,
The J.B.'s,
Kool Moe Dee,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Tim Buckley,
Marcia Griffiths,
Sugar Minott,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Kas Product,
Khruangbin,
Dead Boys,
The Gap Band,
The Sound,
Black Moon,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Clear Light,
Barclay James Harvest,
Bill Wells,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Von Mondo,
Goldenarms,
Fluxion,
Junior Murvin,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Gang Gang Dance,
Eric B and Rakim,
Sun City Girls,
Howard Jones,
Index,
Amon Düül,
June Days,
The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos.
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.