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 Canada and from Taipei.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 clarinet 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 Royal Trux to the funk 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 Dorothy Ashby. All the underground hits.
All Deakin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blossom Toes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quantec record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Modern Lovers,
The Skatalites,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Cecil Taylor,
Deepchord,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Josef K,
Arab on Radar,
Stockholm Monsters,
LL Cool J,
Simply Red,
Mars,
Eli Mardock,
Juan Atkins,
Massinfluence,
Gabor Szabo,
Saccharine Trust,
T. Rex,
Charles Mingus,
The Fuzztones,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Alison Limerick,
The Fall,
Donny Hathaway,
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Depeche Mode,
Wire,
Danielle Patucci,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Last Poets,
Slave,
the Germs,
Pantytec,
Peter and Kerry,
Unrelated Segments,
Japan,
Shoche,
The Fortunes,
Flipper,
Silicon Teens,
Stetsasonic,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Y Pants,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Jerry's Kids,
Loose Ends,
Soul Sonic Force,
Bluetip,
UT,
The Golliwogs,
John Foxx,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
X-101,
New Order,
AZ,
Country Joe & The Fish,
L. Decosne,
Joe Smooth,
Erykah Badu,
Inner City,
Sister Nancy,
Robert Hood, Robert Hood, Robert Hood, Robert Hood.
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.