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 Pakistan and from Glasgow.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Lucky Dragons to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Eric Dolphy. All the underground hits.
All Barry Ungar tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terrestrial Tones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 a linndrum and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Intrusion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Depeche Mode,
Amazonics,
Ultravox,
Jacques Brel,
Yaz,
Swans,
Radio Birdman,
The Moleskins,
Grauzone,
Deadbeat,
The Fire Engines,
Yellowson,
The Sonics,
Vainqueur,
Oneida,
Goldenarms,
Nick Fraelich,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Letta Mbulu,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Gap Band,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Albert Ayler,
China Crisis,
Funkadelic,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Slick Rick,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Selecter,
Scan 7,
Chrome,
Silicon Teens,
Quadrant,
Scrapy,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Gregory Isaacs,
Qualms,
Erasure,
Susan Cadogan,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Derrick Morgan,
the Sonics,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Flesh Eaters,
Rhythm & Sound,
Rekid,
Heaven 17,
The Skatalites,
Soul II Soul,
Joy Division,
Vladislav Delay,
Sugar Minott,
Gastr Del Sol,
Liliput,
Bang On A Can,
Basic Channel,
Gang Gang Dance,
Danielle Patucci,
Unrelated Segments,
The Zeros, The Zeros, The Zeros, The Zeros.
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.