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 Chile and from Beijing.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 arpeggiator 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 Depeche Mode to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Mark Hollis. All the underground hits.
All Technova tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brass Construction record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roy Ayers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Stooges,
DJ Sneak,
Amon Düül,
Faust,
Pagans,
Suburban Knight,
Swans,
T.S.O.L.,
The Dirtbombs,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Prince Buster,
Traffic Nightmare,
Letta Mbulu,
The Evens,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Velvet Underground,
Juan Atkins,
The Durutti Column,
Surgeon,
Amazonics,
Black Flag,
Wasted Youth,
Bobby Womack,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Camouflage,
Harry Pussy,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Scientists,
The Gun Club,
Fugazi,
Faraquet,
Chris Corsano,
The Kinks,
Scrapy,
David Axelrod,
ABC,
Sarah Menescal,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Nation of Ulysses,
8 Eyed Spy,
Joe Finger,
Todd Terry,
Bang On A Can,
Roxy Music,
Stereo Dub,
Avey Tare,
Mars,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Knickerbockers,
Cal Tjader,
Eric Dolphy,
Funky Four + One,
Buzzcocks,
Brothers Johnson,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Soul Sonic Force,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Pharoah Sanders,
Tomorrow, Tomorrow, Tomorrow, Tomorrow.
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.