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 Nepal and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Fad Gadget to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Gichy Dan. All the underground hits.
All Ralphi Rosario tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Faust record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 an arpeggiator and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kings Of Tomorrow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sparks,
Alice Coltrane,
The Birthday Party,
Pylon,
Q65,
E-Dancer,
Nas,
Technova,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Dead Boys,
Scott Walker,
Oneida,
Godley & Creme,
the Human League,
Mandrill,
New Order,
Gang of Four,
Gang Green,
Girls At Our Best!,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Cramps,
Marshall Jefferson,
Khruangbin,
T. Rex,
Fatback Band,
Eric Dolphy,
Harry Pussy,
Joy Division,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Wire,
Derrick Morgan,
the Germs,
Erykah Badu,
The Star Department,
Desert Stars,
The Five Americans,
In Retrospect,
The Moody Blues,
Camouflage,
Jerry's Kids,
K-Klass,
Ken Boothe,
Josef K,
Cluster,
Marine Girls,
Hashim,
Symarip,
Malaria!,
The Golliwogs,
Dark Day,
Fluxion,
Delta 5,
Barry Ungar,
Bizarre Inc.,
Warsaw,
Kenny Larkin,
Leonard Cohen,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Slave,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Soft Machine,
The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics.
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.