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 Suriname and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 marimba 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 Pylon to the rock 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 Robert Hood. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott Heron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flipper record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nirvana record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crispian St. Peters,
The Tremeloes,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Neil Young,
Quantec,
PIL,
Dual Sessions,
The Litter,
A Certain Ratio,
Oblivians,
Rekid,
The Modern Lovers,
Whodini,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Ossler,
Arthur Verocai,
Glenn Branca,
Subhumans,
Make Up,
The Wake,
Ornette Coleman,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Television Personalities,
Con Funk Shun,
Soft Machine,
The Selecter,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Pere Ubu,
Toni Rubio,
Juan Atkins,
Cecil Taylor,
Jacob Miller,
Negative Approach,
Can,
Depeche Mode,
Todd Terry,
Brick,
Gichy Dan,
Dorothy Ashby,
Glambeats Corp.,
Icehouse,
The Fugs,
Derrick May,
Brand Nubian,
Lebanon Hanover,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The New Christs,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Surgeon,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Parry Music,
Pussy Galore,
Althea and Donna,
Massinfluence,
Ronan,
the Association,
David Axelrod,
Unrelated Segments,
Isaac Hayes,
Josef K, Josef K, Josef K, Josef K.
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.