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 Cuba and from Lille.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 Scratch Acid to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Prince Buster. All the underground hits.
All Lee Hazlewood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Human League 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun Ra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare 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?
Robert Görl,
Ten City,
DNA,
Marcia Griffiths,
Gil Scott Heron,
Rites of Spring,
Lightning Bolt,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Yellowson,
Frankie Knuckles,
Sun Ra,
Mark Hollis,
Letta Mbulu,
Bill Wells,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Quando Quango,
R.M.O.,
The Fall,
KRS-One,
Hardrive,
Robert Wyatt,
UT,
Reuben Wilson,
The Skatalites,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Slick Rick,
Fela Kuti,
X-102,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
JFA,
Carl Craig,
Y Pants,
Ronnie Foster,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Minutemen,
Das Ding,
Idris Muhammad,
Derrick Morgan,
ABBA,
The Divine Comedy,
David Bowie,
Monolake,
Whodini,
Q and Not U,
Barry Ungar,
The Zeros,
Joyce Sims,
Amazonics,
Clear Light,
Niagra,
Main Source,
Terrestrial Tones,
Dark Day,
Index,
Livin' Joy,
Juan Atkins,
Fatback Band,
John Holt,
The Motions,
Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless.
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.