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 Malaysia and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 spring reverb 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 Royal Trux to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Sun Ra. All the underground hits.
All Second Layer tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Fania All-Stars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Slackers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Judy Mowatt,
Pantytec,
June Days,
Ultravox,
D'Angelo,
The Smiths,
Slave,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Kayak,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Flesh Eaters,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
John Holt,
The Moleskins,
Excepter,
cv313,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Eve St. Jones,
Amon Düül II,
X-Ray Spex,
Camouflage,
Iggy Pop,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Grass Roots,
Harpers Bizarre,
Eric Dolphy,
Barrington Levy,
Robert Hood,
Brothers Johnson,
Don Cherry,
Brick,
48th St. Collective,
Amon Düül,
Dual Sessions,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
X-102,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Television Personalities,
The Fugs,
Peter & Gordon,
Electric Prunes,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Anakelly,
Popol Vuh,
Robert Wyatt,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Neon Judgement,
Cecil Taylor,
Roy Ayers,
The Red Krayola,
Average White Band,
Glambeats Corp.,
Pierre Henry,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Guru Guru,
Barbara Tucker,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Albert Ayler,
Dead Boys,
the Swans,
The Star Department,
Crime, Crime, Crime, Crime.
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.