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 Ukraine and from Bologna.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Public Image Ltd. 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 Connie Case. All the underground hits.
All Monks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Negative Approach record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 a mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terror Squad Feat. Camron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Green,
Darondo,
The Techniques,
Black Moon,
U.S. Maple,
H. Thieme,
The Moody Blues,
Supertramp,
Arab on Radar,
Duran Duran,
Symarip,
Hashim,
Angry Samoans,
Maurizio,
Anakelly,
Easy Going,
Archie Shepp,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Birthday Party,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Can,
Camberwell Now,
David Axelrod,
The Doobie Brothers,
X-Ray Spex,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Lou Reed,
Lightning Bolt,
The Busters,
Q and Not U,
The Dirtbombs,
Alison Limerick,
Bobby Sherman,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Victims,
Ronan,
Sixth Finger,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Man Eating Sloth,
Moby Grape,
Au Pairs,
Nirvana,
CMW,
The Smoke,
The Last Poets,
Dave Gahan,
Pierre Henry,
Vladislav Delay,
June Days,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Andrew Hill,
Robert Hood,
Accadde A,
Fat Boys,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Monolake,
Reagan Youth,
Flamin' Groovies,
Sound Behaviour,
The Slits, The Slits, The Slits, The Slits.
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.