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 Jamaica and from Glasgow.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Fad Gadget to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 DJ Sneak. All the underground hits.
All Bang on a Can All-Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 an arpeggiator and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Excepter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thee Headcoats,
The Cowsills,
The Remains,
Dawn Penn,
Das Ding,
Underground Resistance,
Camouflage,
Frankie Knuckles,
Aswad,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Quantec,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
China Crisis,
Jerry's Kids,
D'Angelo,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Hasil Adkins,
Moss Icon,
Eric Copeland,
Eric Dolphy,
Al Stewart,
Matthew Halsall,
Popol Vuh,
Rites of Spring,
Metal Thangz,
Motorama,
Gang Gang Dance,
Porter Ricks,
Lou Reed,
Panda Bear,
The Birthday Party,
Brothers Johnson,
Suburban Knight,
Matthew Bourne,
Slick Rick,
Livin' Joy,
The Smoke,
The Monks,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Whodini,
The Flesh Eaters,
Kas Product,
Wolf Eyes,
Public Enemy,
Gang Green,
Easy Going,
Niagra,
The Gladiators,
Barry Ungar,
Harpers Bizarre,
Monks,
Terry Callier,
John Coltrane,
Bauhaus,
Lalann,
Yusef Lateef,
Ornette Coleman,
The Velvet Underground,
Drexciya,
Agitation Free, Agitation Free, Agitation Free, Agitation Free.
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.