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 Marshall Islands and from Lagos.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Stockholm.
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 Donald Fagen 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 Moss Icon to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Count Five. All the underground hits.
All Angry Samoans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crooked Eye record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
James Chance & The Contortions,
Pierre Henry,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Martian,
Fela Kuti,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Kool Moe Dee,
Fatback Band,
Alison Limerick,
Gil Scott Heron,
Ossler,
Alton Ellis,
Moss Icon,
Brick,
the Germs,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Funkadelic,
The Red Krayola,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Golliwogs,
Derrick Morgan,
Gastr Del Sol,
John Holt,
Minny Pops,
Echospace,
The Shadows of Knight,
Bush Tetras,
DJ Style,
David McCallum,
Lou Reed,
Sexual Harrassment,
Slick Rick,
The Invisible,
Make Up,
Main Source,
Michelle Simonal,
The Birthday Party,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Happenings,
Johnny Osbourne,
Jeru the Damaja,
Television,
Bauhaus,
Drive Like Jehu,
Sister Nancy,
Tubeway Army,
Archie Shepp,
Skaos,
The Smoke,
Organ,
Girls At Our Best!,
Leonard Cohen,
Pole,
Harpers Bizarre,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Popol Vuh,
The Tremeloes,
Wasted Youth,
Joyce Sims,
Johnny Clarke,
Dorothy Ashby,
Essential Logic,
the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays.
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.