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 Jordan and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Calgary.
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 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 Michael McDonald 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 The Invisible to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Sound Behaviour. All the underground hits.
All Chris & Cosey tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Con Funk Shun 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Zero Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Television,
Boz Scaggs,
The Litter,
Agitation Free,
Pole,
Flamin' Groovies,
Zapp,
Fatback Band,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Dirtbombs,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
the Sonics,
Deadbeat,
Roy Ayers,
Ralphi Rosario,
D'Angelo,
Mr. Review,
Amon Düül,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Davy DMX,
The Toasters,
Matthew Bourne,
kango's stein massive,
Funkadelic,
DJ Sneak,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Arab on Radar,
Bush Tetras,
The Gladiators,
The Standells,
Chrome,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Interpol,
Harmonia,
The Kinks,
The Pop Group,
Jeff Mills,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Dead C,
John Lydon,
Frankie Knuckles,
Curtis Mayfield,
Lightning Bolt,
Soft Machine,
Fad Gadget,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Peter & Gordon,
Sight & Sound,
the Fania All-Stars,
Technova,
Negative Approach,
Max Romeo,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Moby Grape,
Swans,
Ituana,
Bobby Byrd,
Tropical Tobacco,
Dennis Brown,
Barry Ungar,
Banda Bassotti,
Scion, Scion, Scion, Scion.
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.