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 South Africa and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Trumans Water to the crunk 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 One Last Wish. All the underground hits.
All Don Cherry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jerry's Kids record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 harpsichord and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Guru Guru record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cowsills,
Bluetip,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Rekid,
Bobby Sherman,
Bang On A Can,
Von Mondo,
Fat Boys,
Marcia Griffiths,
OOIOO,
Crispian St. Peters,
Anthony Braxton,
The Last Poets,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Victims,
Kerri Chandler,
The Gladiators,
Au Pairs,
Rapeman,
The Moleskins,
Yellowson,
DNA,
Suicide,
Erykah Badu,
Rod Modell,
Goldenarms,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
D'Angelo,
The Raincoats,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Alarm Clocks,
Procol Harum,
Urselle,
Sam Rivers,
Nico,
Con Funk Shun,
Pierre Henry,
Deadbeat,
The Busters,
Boz Scaggs,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Henry Cow,
Gang Green,
Wings,
Dave Gahan,
These Immortal Souls,
The Dave Clark Five,
Nik Kershaw,
Roxette,
Junior Murvin,
Mo-Dettes,
Patti Smith,
Adolescents,
Stetsasonic,
Gichy Dan,
Interpol,
Vainqueur,
The Real Kids,
Pantaleimon,
Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May.
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.