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 Portugal and from Houston.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 Lou Reed 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 Mantronix to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Joy Division. All the underground hits.
All MC5 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sister Nancy 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Laurel Aitken record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultra Naté,
Main Source,
Colin Newman,
John Coltrane,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
June of 44,
Funkadelic,
David Bowie,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Radio Birdman,
Stetsasonic,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The New Christs,
The Happenings,
Pantytec,
R.M.O.,
Hardrive,
Y Pants,
Brass Construction,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Soul II Soul,
La Düsseldorf,
Ituana,
Outsiders,
Aloha Tigers,
Bauhaus,
Symarip,
Gang Green,
Big Daddy Kane,
Negative Approach,
The Fugs,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Basic Channel,
Hashim,
Black Sheep,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Busters,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Gregory Isaacs,
Eve St. Jones,
Ossler,
The Martian,
UT,
Frankie Knuckles,
D'Angelo,
Cluster,
The Skatalites,
Rufus Thomas,
Banda Bassotti,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Patti Smith,
The Shadows of Knight,
Dorothy Ashby,
Alison Limerick,
These Immortal Souls,
Moby Grape,
Faraquet,
Funky Four + One,
Monolake,
Maurizio, Maurizio, Maurizio, Maurizio.
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.