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 Kyrgyzstan and from Johannesburg.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Goldenarms to the crunk 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 The Durutti Column. All the underground hits.
All The Stooges tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moby Grape 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Offenders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eden Ahbez,
Moebius,
A Certain Ratio,
Neil Young,
Slick Rick,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Vladislav Delay,
The Buckinghams,
AZ,
Guru Guru,
Ohio Players,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Surgeon,
Motorama,
The Fall,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
MDC,
Piero Umiliani,
Mad Mike,
Pole,
Public Enemy,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Barbara Tucker,
Bill Wells,
The Associates,
Susan Cadogan,
DNA,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Scrapy,
Angry Samoans,
10cc,
the Swans,
The Seeds,
Blake Baxter,
Agent Orange,
The Move,
World's Most,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Qualms,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Public Image Ltd.,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
New York Dolls,
Main Source,
Drive Like Jehu,
Brick,
Basic Channel,
Wolf Eyes,
Isaac Hayes,
Dawn Penn,
Von Mondo,
Panda Bear,
Japan,
Stockholm Monsters,
cv313,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Electric Prunes,
Fear,
Kayak,
Supertramp,
Unrelated Segments,
Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff.
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.