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 Ireland and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Boz Scaggs to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Idris Muhammad. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed & Metallica tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Country Joe & The Fish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scientists record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bill Wells,
Marine Girls,
Cecil Taylor,
kango's stein massive,
Tom Boy,
Ralphi Rosario,
Johnny Osbourne,
Sixth Finger,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Blancmange,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Stereo Dub,
The Vogues,
Ice-T,
Model 500,
Tubeway Army,
Kayak,
Ken Boothe,
Archie Shepp,
Loose Ends,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Easy Going,
Pulsallama,
The Monochrome Set,
H. Thieme,
Audionom,
Symarip,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Suicide,
Rites of Spring,
Barry Ungar,
Franke,
Make Up,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
New Order,
Newcleus,
The Associates,
Freddie Wadling,
a-ha,
Livin' Joy,
Marvin Gaye,
Procol Harum,
Spoonie Gee,
Oneida,
Amazonics,
The Victims,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
UT,
Frankie Knuckles,
Todd Terry,
The Moody Blues,
Niagra,
James White and The Blacks,
Susan Cadogan,
Fatback Band,
The Stooges,
The Moleskins,
Gang of Four, Gang of Four, Gang of Four, Gang of Four.
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.