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 Uganda and from Taipei.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Chris Corsano to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Jeff Mills. All the underground hits.
All F. McDonald tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aural Exciters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Liaisons Dangereuses record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Divine Comedy,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Whodini,
The Neon Judgement,
Altered Images,
Cecil Taylor,
Alice Coltrane,
Alton Ellis,
the Association,
Joey Negro,
Soul II Soul,
Franke,
Little Man,
The Electric Prunes,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Moss Icon,
Barbara Tucker,
The Fugs,
Ossler,
Swans,
Sarah Menescal,
Tommy Roe,
Outsiders,
Junior Murvin,
Mr. Review,
10cc,
Fluxion,
Charles Mingus,
Sight & Sound,
Intrusion,
The Slits,
Ludus,
John Lydon,
Shoche,
Electric Prunes,
Arthur Verocai,
Pierre Henry,
kango's stein massive,
Bobbi Humphrey,
DNA,
Davy DMX,
Kool Moe Dee,
James Chance & The Contortions,
EPMD,
Donny Hathaway,
KRS-One,
John Foxx,
Pussy Galore,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Lakeside,
Kaleidoscope,
The Zeros,
Lee Hazlewood,
Wasted Youth,
Quando Quango,
Neu!,
Ten City,
The Evens,
Suburban Knight,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Brothers Johnson,
The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola.
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.