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 Azerbaijan and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 clarinet 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 Fear to the grunge 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 Piero Umiliani. All the underground hits.
All New York Dolls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Animal Collective record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 an organ and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New Age Steppers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
D'Angelo,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Dirtbombs,
Moby Grape,
Bobby Womack,
Sixth Finger,
Liliput,
Skaos,
The Birthday Party,
Swans,
DJ Sneak,
Kenny Larkin,
Can,
The Names,
Kas Product,
Rakim,
Rod Modell,
Connie Case,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Boogie Down Productions,
Silicon Teens,
Wally Richardson,
Metal Thangz,
Bob Dylan,
Laurel Aitken,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Busters,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
ABC,
Kerrie Biddell,
David Bowie,
Index,
Nils Olav,
The Smoke,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Wire,
L. Decosne,
The Shadows of Knight,
Q and Not U,
Funky Four + One,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
World's Most,
Janne Schatter,
Man Parrish,
Ronan,
Nirvana,
Warren Ellis,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Shuggie Otis,
Magma,
Chris Corsano,
Oneida,
the Slits,
The Real Kids,
DNA,
Peter and Kerry,
Kurtis Blow,
Theoretical Girls,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Fluxion,
David Axelrod,
The Trojans,
Lightning Bolt,
Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland.
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.