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 Malawi and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 Lou Reed 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 Outsiders to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Jacques Brel. All the underground hits.
All The Gap Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sex Pistols 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Happenings record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cabaret Voltaire,
Unwound,
Aural Exciters,
Quantec,
Porter Ricks,
Amon Düül,
Todd Rundgren,
New York Dolls,
Rotary Connection,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Darondo,
Nirvana,
The Wake,
Laurel Aitken,
The Star Department,
Deepchord,
Skaos,
Scan 7,
The Velvet Underground,
Circle Jerks,
Bush Tetras,
Tubeway Army,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
DJ Sneak,
Bill Near,
Colin Newman,
Quadrant,
Gang of Four,
DJ Style,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Peter and Kerry,
Pole,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Public Image Ltd.,
Scrapy,
X-101,
the Normal,
Junior Murvin,
Arcadia,
Harpers Bizarre,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Magma,
Jacques Brel,
Tim Buckley,
Albert Ayler,
Agent Orange,
Chrome,
The Mummies,
Michelle Simonal,
Funkadelic,
China Crisis,
Japan,
The Fall,
Loose Ends,
Joe Finger,
Warren Ellis,
Todd Terry, Todd Terry, Todd Terry, Todd Terry.
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.