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 Indonesia and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Terrestrial Tones to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Metal Thangz. All the underground hits.
All Jesper Dahlback tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tim Buckley 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ornette Coleman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eli Mardock,
Royal Trux,
Amon Düül II,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Aural Exciters,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Pagans,
The Index,
Gregory Isaacs,
Pussy Galore,
Robert Hood,
Eurythmics,
X-101,
Frankie Knuckles,
Radio Birdman,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Avey Tare,
The Cure,
Stetsasonic,
Sällskapet,
Max Romeo,
These Immortal Souls,
Procol Harum,
Gang Starr,
The Flesh Eaters,
Vainqueur,
Gong,
Todd Rundgren,
The Angels of Light,
Monolake,
New Order,
The Standells,
Anthony Braxton,
Eden Ahbez,
Angry Samoans,
Skriet,
The Techniques,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Heaven 17,
Brand Nubian,
John Cale,
Chris Corsano,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Desert Stars,
The Walker Brothers,
Camouflage,
Fear,
Cecil Taylor,
Soft Cell,
Duran Duran,
John Holt,
The Gladiators,
Alison Limerick,
Girls At Our Best!,
Pantaleimon,
Siglo XX,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Sonics,
Urselle,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Inner City,
Buzzcocks,
Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt.
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.