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 Norway and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 synthesizer 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 Neil Young & Crazy Horse to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Gladiators. All the underground hits.
All Bizarre Inc. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Grass Roots record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arthur Verocai record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sonny Sharrock,
Bluetip,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Smog,
Organ,
UT,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Ken Boothe,
Yusef Lateef,
Matthew Bourne,
Nik Kershaw,
the Association,
Groovy Waters,
F. McDonald,
Glenn Branca,
Bronski Beat,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Mo-Dettes,
The Skatalites,
Public Image Ltd.,
Funky Four + One,
Fugazi,
Zero Boys,
the Human League,
Throbbing Gristle,
Tim Buckley,
Guru Guru,
JFA,
Metal Thangz,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Wake,
Con Funk Shun,
Hardrive,
Bad Manners,
Sparks,
Khruangbin,
Kerrie Biddell,
Harry Pussy,
Monolake,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Victims,
The Five Americans,
The Move,
8 Eyed Spy,
Ice-T,
The Raincoats,
Depeche Mode,
Aaron Thompson,
Dorothy Ashby,
Bobby Womack,
Franke,
Ponytail,
Neu!,
Nation of Ulysses,
Rapeman,
Josef K,
Tres Demented, Tres Demented, Tres Demented, Tres Demented.
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.