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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Mr. Review to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Donny Hathaway. All the underground hits.
All Nils Olav tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cheater Slicks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Au Pairs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Sheep,
New York Dolls,
Johnny Clarke,
Khruangbin,
The Grass Roots,
Babytalk,
Theoretical Girls,
Nils Olav,
Funkadelic,
Ohio Players,
Los Fastidios,
The Associates,
Soul Sonic Force,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Goldenarms,
8 Eyed Spy,
Dual Sessions,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Cal Tjader,
Black Pus,
Hashim,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The American Breed,
The Victims,
New Age Steppers,
Soft Cell,
The J.B.'s,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Gun Club,
Ice-T,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Fad Gadget,
Aaron Thompson,
the Germs,
Kayak,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Human League,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Unrelated Segments,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Young Rascals,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Hardrive,
Moebius,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Darondo,
John Coltrane,
Matthew Bourne,
T. Rex,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Crooked Eye,
Amon Düül,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
the Bar-Kays,
The Vogues,
Ossler,
Gang Starr,
The Smoke,
Motorama,
FM Einheit,
Blake Baxter,
The Invisible, The Invisible, The Invisible, The Invisible.
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.