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 Estonia and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Anthony Braxton to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 John Cale. All the underground hits.
All Yaz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Funkadelic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Birthday Party,
the Human League,
The Pop Group,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Dual Sessions,
Gabor Szabo,
Pere Ubu,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Wasted Youth,
Quadrant,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Babytalk,
Eden Ahbez,
the Germs,
Traffic Nightmare,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Danielle Patucci,
Moss Icon,
Lower 48,
Harpers Bizarre,
Avey Tare,
The Techniques,
X-Ray Spex,
The Kinks,
Derrick May,
Q65,
Technova,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Pussy Galore,
Fluxion,
CMW,
The Dirtbombs,
Kenny Larkin,
Throbbing Gristle,
Electric Prunes,
Surgeon,
Eddi Front,
Banda Bassotti,
Neu!,
Saccharine Trust,
Boogie Down Productions,
John Holt,
Index,
The Slackers,
Echospace,
Erykah Badu,
Tom Boy,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Mo-Dettes,
Lalann,
Mark Hollis,
Jimmy McGriff,
Audionom,
Absolute Body Control,
Reuben Wilson,
Reagan Youth,
Bobby Byrd,
Basic Channel,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Max Romeo,
Godley & Creme,
Japan,
Sparks,
Little Man, Little Man, Little Man, Little Man.
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.