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 Cambodia and from Stockholm.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 oboe 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 Althea and Donna to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Michelle Simonal. All the underground hits.
All Q65 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Babytalk record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
FM Einheit,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Peter and Kerry,
Parry Music,
DNA,
Crooked Eye,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Zapp,
John Holt,
Clear Light,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Faust,
Agent Orange,
Dead Boys,
Ituana,
Darondo,
The Star Department,
Lebanon Hanover,
Kerri Chandler,
Robert Görl,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Pylon,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Fad Gadget,
Franke,
The Fall,
Funky Four + One,
Organ,
The Wake,
Soul Sonic Force,
Cal Tjader,
KRS-One,
48th St. Collective,
Bill Near,
Eve St. Jones,
Joyce Sims,
Skaos,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Audionom,
Scientists,
Ultra Naté,
Lyres,
The Trojans,
Dark Day,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Human League,
Lou Christie,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
8 Eyed Spy,
Index,
Andrew Hill,
Derrick Morgan,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
In Retrospect,
Throbbing Gristle,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Curtis Mayfield,
Moebius,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Freddie Wadling,
Davy DMX,
Charles Mingus,
Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily.
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.