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 Singapore and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 synthesizer 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 Los Fastidios to the rap 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 Buzzcocks. All the underground hits.
All Eurythmics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Last Poets record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cure record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skriet,
Curtis Mayfield,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Ronnie Foster,
Roxette,
Don Cherry,
Shoche,
The Sonics,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Little Man,
Camouflage,
Duran Duran,
Brothers Johnson,
OOIOO,
Nils Olav,
Frankie Knuckles,
Charles Mingus,
Gabor Szabo,
The Red Krayola,
Janne Schatter,
The Happenings,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Leonard Cohen,
Crash Course in Science,
Adolescents,
Siglo XX,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Hasil Adkins,
David Axelrod,
Can,
Underground Resistance,
MC5,
The Moleskins,
Young Marble Giants,
Spoonie Gee,
Parry Music,
John Foxx,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Alarm Clocks,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Circle Jerks,
The Last Poets,
Sonic Youth,
Lower 48,
Godley & Creme,
Cymande,
Crooked Eye,
Eli Mardock,
Rakim,
Fela Kuti,
Ossler,
June of 44,
The Smiths,
Lightning Bolt,
Procol Harum,
Make Up,
The United States of America,
Glambeats Corp.,
Pantytec,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Los Fastidios,
Crime,
Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon.
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.