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 India and from Manchester.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 synthesizer 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 Suburban Knight to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Sister Nancy. All the underground hits.
All Flamin' Groovies tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Archie Shepp record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a These Immortal Souls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Slits,
Metal Thangz,
Ohio Players,
Avey Tare,
Wally Richardson,
Yellowson,
the Germs,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Iggy Pop,
Barclay James Harvest,
Popol Vuh,
Bizarre Inc.,
Warren Ellis,
T.S.O.L.,
Faraquet,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Drexciya,
UT,
Juan Atkins,
Au Pairs,
Alison Limerick,
Eddi Front,
Public Enemy,
Kurtis Blow,
Cybotron,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Tubeway Army,
Rites of Spring,
Electric Prunes,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Kool Moe Dee,
Essential Logic,
Neil Young,
Rakim,
The Techniques,
It's A Beautiful Day,
David McCallum,
Chris Corsano,
Matthew Halsall,
Visage,
Pierre Henry,
The Sonics,
Average White Band,
T. Rex,
Soul II Soul,
Surgeon,
kango's stein massive,
Adolescents,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Archie Shepp,
The Cramps,
The Music Machine,
The Busters,
Suburban Knight,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Dark Day,
Joe Finger,
Marine Girls,
Dual Sessions,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Cluster,
Kaleidoscope,
Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat.
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.