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 Latvia and from Bremen.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Amon Düül to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Lindisfarne. All the underground hits.
All Stetsasonic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rod Modell 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gladiators record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pole,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Wake,
Robert Görl,
U.S. Maple,
Inner City,
Ice-T,
Average White Band,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Joey Negro,
Soft Machine,
Cecil Taylor,
Scientists,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Aswad,
Avey Tare,
In Retrospect,
Dorothy Ashby,
Agent Orange,
Young Marble Giants,
Excepter,
Jeru the Damaja,
Main Source,
Country Teasers,
Al Stewart,
Buzzcocks,
Lungfish,
Peter & Gordon,
The Trojans,
Schoolly D,
Black Pus,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Visage,
Derrick May,
Motorama,
The Velvet Underground,
Terrestrial Tones,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Dead C,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Swans,
JFA,
Gong,
Sister Nancy,
Parry Music,
Swell Maps,
R.M.O.,
The Evens,
The Tremeloes,
The Golliwogs,
Hardrive,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Faraquet,
Scan 7,
Y Pants,
Brand Nubian,
The Alarm Clocks,
KRS-One,
Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd..
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.