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 Burkina and from Mumbai.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 New York Dolls to the disco 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 Main Source. All the underground hits.
All Basic Channel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lonnie Liston Smith record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 mellotron and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Echospace record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aural Exciters,
Slick Rick,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Bill Wells,
Sonny Sharrock,
Shuggie Otis,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Count Five,
Marine Girls,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Sparks,
World's Most,
Amon Düül,
Q65,
Public Image Ltd.,
CMW,
The Grass Roots,
Lee Hazlewood,
Roy Ayers,
Cybotron,
Radio Birdman,
Surgeon,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Pet Shop Boys,
10cc,
Bootsy Collins,
Godley & Creme,
Quando Quango,
Country Teasers,
Mo-Dettes,
Bob Dylan,
Wolf Eyes,
Scott Walker,
The Black Dice,
Joyce Sims,
Cluster,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Rekid,
Crash Course in Science,
EPMD,
Pantaleimon,
Nils Olav,
Aloha Tigers,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Tommy Roe,
Matthew Halsall,
Camouflage,
Ronan,
Idris Muhammad,
The Fall,
Minny Pops,
F. McDonald,
Peter and Kerry,
Funky Four + One,
Silicon Teens,
Inner City,
Alice Coltrane,
Liliput,
The Fugs,
Erykah Badu,
48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective.
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.