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 Latvia and from Stockholm.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the organ 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 The Sonics to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Goldenarms. All the underground hits.
All Black Moon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joe Finger record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 harpsichord and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Pop Group record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
D'Angelo,
The Moleskins,
Urselle,
Parry Music,
Sound Behaviour,
The Moody Blues,
Soft Machine,
Robert Hood,
The Skatalites,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Fugs,
Slave,
Faraquet,
Quantec,
Ponytail,
The Busters,
Brothers Johnson,
The Doors,
Maurizio,
The Victims,
Lucky Dragons,
B.T. Express,
The Zeros,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Symarip,
The Last Poets,
June Days,
Arthur Verocai,
Erykah Badu,
Yaz,
Blake Baxter,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Toni Rubio,
Ronnie Foster,
Loose Ends,
Marcia Griffiths,
Average White Band,
Brand Nubian,
Amon Düül,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Vladislav Delay,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Mandrill,
These Immortal Souls,
Eric Dolphy,
Siglo XX,
T.S.O.L.,
Bad Manners,
The Offenders,
Pussy Galore,
Black Bananas,
Angry Samoans,
The Pretty Things,
Alison Limerick,
Malaria!,
Rakim,
Lalo Schifrin,
Eve St. Jones,
Black Pus,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Bauhaus,
Stereo Dub,
The Mummies,
Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth.
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.