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 Liberia 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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Black Sheep to the disco 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 John Foxx. All the underground hits.
All Electric Prunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wally Richardson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eyeless In Gaza record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soul Sonic Force,
Pagans,
The Young Rascals,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Pierre Henry,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Lalo Schifrin,
Fluxion,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Bronski Beat,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Tomorrow,
Silicon Teens,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Jacob Miller,
Robert Hood,
Lou Christie,
The J.B.'s,
Agitation Free,
Piero Umiliani,
Skarface,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Half Japanese,
Ludus,
Maurizio,
the Normal,
Yellowson,
Erykah Badu,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Eric Copeland,
Letta Mbulu,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Blake Baxter,
The Busters,
Brand Nubian,
Jimmy McGriff,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
MDC,
Carl Craig,
Niagra,
Steve Hackett,
Kevin Saunderson,
New Age Steppers,
Dennis Brown,
Laurel Aitken,
Main Source,
Hoover,
Sällskapet,
Ralphi Rosario,
Kerri Chandler,
The Music Machine,
Bob Dylan,
Stetsasonic,
Das Ding,
Arthur Verocai,
Lebanon Hanover,
Mars,
Jandek,
Alison Limerick,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Ornette Coleman,
Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye.
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.