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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Connie Case to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Johnny Clarke. All the underground hits.
All The Grass Roots tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Smiths record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Moon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Beasts of Bourbon,
Man Eating Sloth,
Gang of Four,
Crispy Ambulance,
Sparks,
Ludus,
Faraquet,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Pussy Galore,
Dual Sessions,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
This Heat,
Fela Kuti,
The Dave Clark Five,
DJ Sneak,
Althea and Donna,
Chris Corsano,
Wasted Youth,
Groovy Waters,
Rufus Thomas,
The Motions,
The Litter,
Porter Ricks,
Gang Gang Dance,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
John Holt,
The Durutti Column,
Lyres,
Juan Atkins,
Stetsasonic,
UT,
Magma,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Television,
Zero Boys,
Suburban Knight,
Heaven 17,
Cecil Taylor,
Nik Kershaw,
L. Decosne,
Boredoms,
The Seeds,
Tres Demented,
Symarip,
Toni Rubio,
Simply Red,
Popol Vuh,
Shuggie Otis,
Graham Central Station,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Erasure,
Stereo Dub,
Brass Construction,
Gastr Del Sol,
Scan 7,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Freddie Wadling,
Von Mondo,
Sonic Youth,
Aswad,
Pantaleimon,
The Music Machine,
Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen.
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.