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 Chad and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 chamberlin 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 The J.B.'s to the electroclash 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 Nico. All the underground hits.
All Judy Mowatt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Johnny Clarke record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 harpsichord and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Glambeats Corp. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Slits,
The Alarm Clocks,
Model 500,
Terry Callier,
Royal Trux,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Underground Resistance,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Television,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Buzzcocks,
Gichy Dan,
Pere Ubu,
Black Pus,
Mark Hollis,
Whodini,
Ultimate Spinach,
Rekid,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Suburban Knight,
Pulsallama,
Eddi Front,
Soft Machine,
The Golliwogs,
Anthony Braxton,
Bill Wells,
Jandek,
Harry Pussy,
Infiniti,
Graham Central Station,
The Vogues,
Archie Shepp,
The Pretty Things,
Gregory Isaacs,
Mo-Dettes,
Colin Newman,
Rotary Connection,
The Associates,
Don Cherry,
Brothers Johnson,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Outsiders,
Massinfluence,
Lee Hazlewood,
Delta 5,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Birthday Party,
Camouflage,
Pole,
Cecil Taylor,
Big Daddy Kane,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
the Normal,
World's Most,
UT,
The Toasters,
Joe Smooth,
Leonard Cohen,
Goldenarms,
Radiohead,
Cabaret Voltaire,
FM Einheit,
Popol Vuh,
Scientists, Scientists, Scientists, Scientists.
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.