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 Mali and from Shanghai.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Intrusion to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Albert Ayler. All the underground hits.
All The Young Rascals tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marcia Griffiths 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Justin Hinds & The Dominoes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Negative Approach,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Divine Comedy,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Gang Green,
Qualms,
Joensuu 1685,
Girls At Our Best!,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Rod Modell,
Pantytec,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Litter,
Blake Baxter,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Urselle,
Infiniti,
Pagans,
Little Man,
Nas,
The Misunderstood,
Funkadelic,
Wally Richardson,
Todd Rundgren,
David Bowie,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Five Americans,
Nirvana,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Sonic Youth,
Popol Vuh,
The Mojo Men,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Gang of Four,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Graham Central Station,
Max Romeo,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Darondo,
Sister Nancy,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Whodini,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Erasure,
Faust,
Sarah Menescal,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Raincoats,
Dave Gahan,
Television,
Duran Duran,
Magma,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Dead C,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Livin' Joy,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
David Axelrod,
the Association, the Association, the Association, the Association.
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.