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 Belize and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 harpsichord 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 Selector Dub Narcotic to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Chrome. All the underground hits.
All The Mummies tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oneida record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Detroit Cobras record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Altered Images,
Carl Craig,
Laurel Aitken,
Slave,
The Black Dice,
Gregory Isaacs,
Pantytec,
Scientists,
The Techniques,
The Smiths,
The Skatalites,
Wings,
Lebanon Hanover,
Harmonia,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Walker Brothers,
Cymande,
FM Einheit,
The Fire Engines,
Sam Rivers,
Brass Construction,
Terrestrial Tones,
Flipper,
Alison Limerick,
The J.B.'s,
Ralphi Rosario,
Shuggie Otis,
Grey Daturas,
Man Eating Sloth,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Skriet,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Black Bananas,
Newcleus,
Joyce Sims,
Idris Muhammad,
Khruangbin,
The Martian,
Camberwell Now,
Unrelated Segments,
Talk Talk,
Excepter,
Das Ding,
Barclay James Harvest,
Henry Cow,
The Happenings,
Stockholm Monsters,
Davy DMX,
the Fania All-Stars,
DJ Style,
Tim Buckley,
The Cure,
a-ha,
Tropical Tobacco,
Skaos,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Pussy Galore,
Bill Wells,
Sight & Sound,
Echospace,
Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash.
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.