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 Bahamas and from Tokyo.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Vainqueur to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The J.B.'s. All the underground hits.
All Rosa Yemen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jimmy McGriff record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a OOIOO record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Excepter,
Anakelly,
Guru Guru,
Jeru the Damaja,
H. Thieme,
The Wake,
Lightning Bolt,
Hashim,
Radiohead,
Blancmange,
Stereo Dub,
Danielle Patucci,
Dennis Brown,
Quantec,
Skarface,
Can,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Sarah Menescal,
K-Klass,
L. Decosne,
the Sonics,
Khruangbin,
Desert Stars,
Blake Baxter,
Matthew Bourne,
Spoonie Gee,
New Age Steppers,
Hoover,
The Saints,
The Pretty Things,
Crime,
Whodini,
Marine Girls,
Rapeman,
Qualms,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Five Americans,
The Gories,
Archie Shepp,
Glambeats Corp.,
Lower 48,
ABC,
Henry Cow,
Swell Maps,
MC5,
Technova,
Arthur Verocai,
Ituana,
the Association,
Wally Richardson,
Tom Boy,
Eli Mardock,
Erasure,
Loose Ends,
Flamin' Groovies,
Monolake,
The Doors,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Dirtbombs,
10cc, 10cc, 10cc, 10cc.
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.