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 United States and from Bremen.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Popol Vuh to the rap 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 Model 500. All the underground hits.
All Byron Stingily tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mark Hollis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Michelle Simonal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terry Callier,
Nick Fraelich,
Derrick Morgan,
Sun Ra,
Al Stewart,
Fela Kuti,
John Holt,
Soft Cell,
The Evens,
Ponytail,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Jeff Lynne,
Minutemen,
ABBA,
June Days,
Franke,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Alice Coltrane,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Cramps,
Girls At Our Best!,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Toni Rubio,
Adolescents,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Motorama,
Lebanon Hanover,
Parry Music,
Roxy Music,
Intrusion,
Harpers Bizarre,
Peter & Gordon,
Schoolly D,
Japan,
The Monochrome Set,
Dawn Penn,
The Black Dice,
Lungfish,
Tim Buckley,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Easy Going,
Marshall Jefferson,
Alphaville,
Marmalade,
Sällskapet,
Reuben Wilson,
The Litter,
Kaleidoscope,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Nils Olav,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Derrick May,
Magma,
Eddi Front,
Sight & Sound,
Don Cherry,
Quadrant, Quadrant, Quadrant, Quadrant.
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.