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 Iran and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Manchester.
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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 MC5 to the punk 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 Eric Dolphy. All the underground hits.
All Surgeon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kevin Saunderson 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soft Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Traffic Nightmare,
Parry Music,
Don Cherry,
Nirvana,
Barry Ungar,
Fad Gadget,
Max Romeo,
Massinfluence,
Neu!,
Los Fastidios,
Lightning Bolt,
Gerry Rafferty,
Mantronix,
Ornette Coleman,
The Zeros,
Lee Hazlewood,
Charles Mingus,
Todd Rundgren,
Quadrant,
MDC,
Pantytec,
Motorama,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Cowsills,
the Swans,
Malaria!,
Colin Newman,
Pagans,
Sällskapet,
Josef K,
Erykah Badu,
Johnny Osbourne,
Sugar Minott,
Derrick Morgan,
Joe Smooth,
Moebius,
The Index,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Harpers Bizarre,
La Düsseldorf,
Connie Case,
Lower 48,
Brass Construction,
Camouflage,
Jandek,
Yusef Lateef,
Cheater Slicks,
Soft Machine,
Skriet,
Grey Daturas,
Liliput,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Reagan Youth,
D'Angelo,
Warren Ellis,
E-Dancer,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Ohio Players,
Qualms,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Neon Judgement,
Marcia Griffiths,
Groovy Waters,
Aaron Thompson,
Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins.
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.