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 Comoros and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Sonny Sharrock to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Curtis Mayfield. All the underground hits.
All Ultravox tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skaos record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Flag record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amon Düül,
The Pretty Things,
Isaac Hayes,
Pussy Galore,
The Skatalites,
The Angels of Light,
Delon & Dalcan,
Von Mondo,
Connie Case,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Magma,
The Dirtbombs,
Cybotron,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Jeff Mills,
The Neon Judgement,
Soulsonic Force,
Funky Four + One,
The Fall,
Erasure,
The Beau Brummels,
Rakim,
Angry Samoans,
Johnny Osbourne,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Barracudas,
Cecil Taylor,
Hashim,
Organ,
Babytalk,
June of 44,
Bad Manners,
Sun Ra,
Scratch Acid,
Iggy Pop,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Jeru the Damaja,
Blake Baxter,
Lightning Bolt,
Juan Atkins,
Royal Trux,
The Searchers,
Eve St. Jones,
Boz Scaggs,
Bob Dylan,
Thompson Twins,
Livin' Joy,
Kevin Saunderson,
The American Breed,
Warsaw,
Heaven 17,
Nik Kershaw,
X-Ray Spex,
Alphaville,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Moss Icon,
Ituana,
MC5,
Byron Stingily,
Marshall Jefferson,
Wolf Eyes,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Alison Limerick,
The Offenders, The Offenders, The Offenders, The Offenders.
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.