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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 guitar 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 Grauzone to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark. All the underground hits.
All Quantec tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Country Joe & The Fish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Louis and Bebe Barron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Popol Vuh,
Mr. Review,
Hasil Adkins,
Man Parrish,
Soft Machine,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Skaos,
June of 44,
Rosa Yemen,
The Standells,
The Gladiators,
Eddi Front,
Technova,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Pulsallama,
LL Cool J,
Gang Green,
The Count Five,
Andrew Hill,
DJ Style,
Ronnie Foster,
The Residents,
Wings,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Durutti Column,
Erykah Badu,
The Gap Band,
James Chance & The Contortions,
This Heat,
Eve St. Jones,
Ornette Coleman,
Leonard Cohen,
Robert Hood,
T. Rex,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Golliwogs,
Index,
Royal Trux,
The Doobie Brothers,
Bad Manners,
Vainqueur,
The New Christs,
The Cowsills,
Camouflage,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
X-Ray Spex,
Althea and Donna,
Zero Boys,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Essential Logic,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Jandek,
The Gories,
Idris Muhammad,
David Bowie,
Interpol,
John Holt,
Sonic Youth,
Groovy Waters,
Symarip,
Dual Sessions,
Boredoms, Boredoms, Boredoms, Boredoms.
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.