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 Singapore and from Shanghai.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Hong Kong.
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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
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 Freddie Wadling to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme. All the underground hits.
All the Bar-Kays tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vaughan Mason & Crew record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 a chamberlin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Silicon Teens record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mars,
The Misunderstood,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Can,
La Düsseldorf,
Stockholm Monsters,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Derrick Morgan,
Terry Callier,
Liliput,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Khruangbin,
Johnny Clarke,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Josef K,
The Selecter,
Minnie Riperton,
Bizarre Inc.,
Massinfluence,
Marine Girls,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The United States of America,
Brass Construction,
Curtis Mayfield,
Boz Scaggs,
Agitation Free,
Darondo,
Sun City Girls,
Ultravox,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Suicide,
DNA,
John Holt,
Sonny Sharrock,
Radio Birdman,
Lungfish,
The Trojans,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Throbbing Gristle,
Pet Shop Boys,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Vladislav Delay,
Mantronix,
Desert Stars,
Aaron Thompson,
Harry Pussy,
Sam Rivers,
Boredoms,
Donny Hathaway,
Sandy B,
Johnny Osbourne,
Traffic Nightmare,
DJ Style,
Kerrie Biddell,
Fluxion,
A Certain Ratio,
Sight & Sound,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Prince Buster, Prince Buster, Prince Buster, Prince Buster.
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.