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 Honduras and from Shanghai.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Sao Paulo.
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 theremin 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 Soul II Soul to the grunge 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 Brand Nubian. All the underground hits.
All Schoolly D tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultramagnetic MC's 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Moss Icon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobbi Humphrey,
Peter and Kerry,
Television Personalities,
Newcleus,
Derrick May,
Minnie Riperton,
Avey Tare,
The Divine Comedy,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Cramps,
Girls At Our Best!,
Mark Hollis,
Sight & Sound,
Pagans,
The Evens,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Severed Heads,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Aural Exciters,
Nik Kershaw,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Lucky Dragons,
Man Eating Sloth,
Deepchord,
Colin Newman,
Siglo XX,
The Gun Club,
Tubeway Army,
Ituana,
Oneida,
Maurizio,
Ronan,
Carl Craig,
Hasil Adkins,
Angry Samoans,
Sonic Youth,
Clear Light,
Rhythm & Sound,
Unwound,
Underground Resistance,
John Foxx,
EPMD,
Radiopuhelimet,
Gichy Dan,
Moby Grape,
Pantytec,
Gabor Szabo,
Idris Muhammad,
Max Romeo,
Ultra Naté,
Danielle Patucci,
The Martian,
New York Dolls,
Eurythmics,
Crispian St. Peters,
Hoover,
Audionom,
Nation of Ulysses,
Andrew Hill,
Kevin Saunderson,
Crime,
Barbara Tucker,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Lakeside, Lakeside, Lakeside, Lakeside.
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.