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 Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 güiro 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 Sunsets and Hearts to the techno 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 Michelle Simonal. All the underground hits.
All Suburban Knight tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Inner City record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yusef Lateef record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arab on Radar,
The Names,
Dual Sessions,
Sun Ra,
Jimmy McGriff,
Technova,
Buzzcocks,
Moebius,
Sugar Minott,
Nick Fraelich,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Hot Snakes,
Connie Case,
Roy Ayers,
MC5,
Pantytec,
Yusef Lateef,
Erykah Badu,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
MDC,
Peter and Kerry,
The Slits,
The Count Five,
The Tremeloes,
Moby Grape,
Sixth Finger,
The American Breed,
Section 25,
AZ,
Aswad,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Sexual Harrassment,
Television,
Yellowson,
Amon Düül,
Basic Channel,
Skarface,
The Detroit Cobras,
Y Pants,
Porter Ricks,
Accadde A,
Joe Smooth,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Blossom Toes,
Chrome,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Alphaville,
Ultravox,
Derrick Morgan,
Funky Four + One,
F. McDonald,
Rekid,
Ponytail,
Pussy Galore,
Ultimate Spinach,
Kerri Chandler,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Offenders,
the Bar-Kays,
Hardrive,
Alison Limerick,
Heaven 17,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Agent Orange,
Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin.
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.