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 Vanuatu and from Milan.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 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 The J.B.'s to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Ohio Players. All the underground hits.
All Wire tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Erykah Badu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Cale record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ronnie Foster,
Faraquet,
Marine Girls,
Angry Samoans,
The Five Americans,
Malaria!,
The Young Rascals,
Joyce Sims,
Arab on Radar,
MC5,
Eric B and Rakim,
Hasil Adkins,
Leonard Cohen,
Fela Kuti,
In Retrospect,
Thee Headcoats,
Derrick May,
X-Ray Spex,
Hardrive,
Susan Cadogan,
Rotary Connection,
Matthew Bourne,
Mr. Review,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Public Image Ltd.,
Charles Mingus,
Skriet,
The Velvet Underground,
The Grass Roots,
Mantronix,
Deakin,
Junior Murvin,
Pussy Galore,
Juan Atkins,
Graham Central Station,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Gories,
Blake Baxter,
Tommy Roe,
Marc Almond,
Surgeon,
Black Flag,
Maleditus Sound,
Second Layer,
Television,
Bill Near,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Big Daddy Kane,
the Soft Cell,
Sun Ra,
Gabor Szabo,
Peter & Gordon,
the Bar-Kays,
Smog,
Royal Trux,
Lou Christie,
Steve Hackett,
Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment.
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.