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 New Zealand and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 synthesizer 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 Ten City 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 Lungfish. All the underground hits.
All Bluetip tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Second Layer 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lizzy Mercier Descloux record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Electric Prunes,
The Trojans,
Sun City Girls,
Jesper Dahlback,
Sound Behaviour,
Tubeway Army,
Bang On A Can,
Audionom,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Sixth Finger,
Black Pus,
Aaron Thompson,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Ronnie Foster,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Popol Vuh,
Public Enemy,
Man Eating Sloth,
Von Mondo,
Oblivians,
The Move,
Symarip,
Sexual Harrassment,
Vainqueur,
Massinfluence,
Jandek,
Joe Finger,
Eurythmics,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
A Certain Ratio,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Knickerbockers,
The Raincoats,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
CMW,
Kerri Chandler,
Soulsonic Force,
Quadrant,
Chrome,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Loose Ends,
Sonic Youth,
The Mummies,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
OOIOO,
Grauzone,
The Sonics,
Frankie Knuckles,
ABBA,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Doors,
Warren Ellis,
Metal Thangz,
This Heat,
cv313,
The Electric Prunes,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Pierre Henry,
Tears for Fears,
Tropical Tobacco,
Outsiders, Outsiders, Outsiders, Outsiders.
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.