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 Papua New Guinea and from Tokyo.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 linndrum 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 Notorious Big And Bone Thugs to the crunk 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 Warren Ellis. All the underground hits.
All John Holt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jesper Dahlbäck record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Human League record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yusef Lateef,
Stetsasonic,
Jacob Miller,
Gerry Rafferty,
Rosa Yemen,
The Slits,
Surgeon,
This Heat,
D'Angelo,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Leonard Cohen,
World's Most,
Pulsallama,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Misunderstood,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Can,
Shoche,
The Gun Club,
The Blues Magoos,
Vladislav Delay,
Johnny Clarke,
Underground Resistance,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Count Five,
Wasted Youth,
Harpers Bizarre,
EPMD,
Rapeman,
Iggy Pop,
Judy Mowatt,
The Index,
The Toasters,
The Knickerbockers,
Eric Copeland,
Roxy Music,
Altered Images,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Pylon,
Guru Guru,
Lightning Bolt,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Barry Ungar,
The Monochrome Set,
Unwound,
The Pop Group,
The Black Dice,
David McCallum,
Rites of Spring,
Althea and Donna,
Scrapy,
Mandrill,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Josef K,
June of 44,
Newcleus,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Subhumans,
Moss Icon,
Rod Modell,
Minutemen,
Steve Hackett,
Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane.
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.