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 St Lucia and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 Philadelphia and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Thompson Twins. All the underground hits.
All Cameo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ajijia Myrayebe 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Derrick Morgan,
Peter and Kerry,
Anthony Braxton,
The Invisible,
Kevin Saunderson,
Negative Approach,
Dorothy Ashby,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Magma,
Public Image Ltd.,
Crime,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Sister Nancy,
Brothers Johnson,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Hot Snakes,
Hasil Adkins,
Neu!,
Wally Richardson,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
X-102,
Heaven 17,
Erasure,
B.T. Express,
Ornette Coleman,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Fad Gadget,
Lucky Dragons,
ABC,
Nirvana,
Franke,
Khruangbin,
Crispy Ambulance,
Ludus,
Minnie Riperton,
Lower 48,
The Gladiators,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Smiths,
The Gories,
Piero Umiliani,
Make Up,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
the Swans,
The Buckinghams,
Simply Red,
Monolake,
Absolute Body Control,
Jimmy McGriff,
Cheater Slicks,
Circle Jerks,
Eric Copeland,
Soft Cell,
H. Thieme,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
the Normal,
Carl Craig,
Don Cherry,
Godley & Creme,
The Selecter, The Selecter, The Selecter, The Selecter.
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.