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 Guinea-Bissau and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 mellotron 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 Scientists to the grunge 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 Lower 48. All the underground hits.
All Silicon Teens tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sällskapet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Drexciya record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet 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?
Radiopuhelimet,
James Chance & The Contortions,
the Slits,
Basic Channel,
X-102,
June Days,
John Lydon,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Nik Kershaw,
Swans,
The Trojans,
Bobby Byrd,
UT,
Wolf Eyes,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Sonic Youth,
Henry Cow,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
H. Thieme,
Ituana,
Bush Tetras,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Los Fastidios,
Ultravox,
Half Japanese,
The Flesh Eaters,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Cameo,
Chris & Cosey,
AZ,
Thompson Twins,
Pantaleimon,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Andrew Hill,
Rhythm & Sound,
Bill Near,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Shoche,
E-Dancer,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
John Coltrane,
Kaleidoscope,
Black Bananas,
David Bowie,
Crooked Eye,
Severed Heads,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Arab on Radar,
The Music Machine,
Moss Icon,
X-101,
The Litter,
Eden Ahbez,
Lindisfarne,
Simply Red,
Wally Richardson,
PIL,
Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash.
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.