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 Antigua and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 Lou Reed 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 June of 44 to the techno 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 London Community Gospel Choir. All the underground hits.
All World's Most tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Television record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 an organ and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ludus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ornette Coleman,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Sonny Sharrock,
Kenny Larkin,
Yellowson,
In Retrospect,
Pere Ubu,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Electric Prunes,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Doors,
R.M.O.,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Tremeloes,
Smog,
Wolf Eyes,
The Doobie Brothers,
Talk Talk,
Simply Red,
Rufus Thomas,
Banda Bassotti,
Grauzone,
Eyeless In Gaza,
John Coltrane,
Zapp,
Agitation Free,
Public Enemy,
Infiniti,
Cheater Slicks,
Moss Icon,
The Cramps,
Bobby Sherman,
China Crisis,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Rakim,
Marshall Jefferson,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Whodini,
48th St. Collective,
Kas Product,
Black Flag,
David Axelrod,
Pagans,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Smoke,
Arab on Radar,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Real Kids,
The Neon Judgement,
Ponytail,
Tres Demented,
Fela Kuti,
New Age Steppers,
The Vogues,
OOIOO,
The Knickerbockers,
Eli Mardock,
The Durutti Column,
The Walker Brothers,
Country Teasers,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal.
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.