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 Canada and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 sitar 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 Wings 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 Lalo Schifrin. All the underground hits.
All Ash Ra Tempel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Organ record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Beasts of Bourbon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scion,
Zero Boys,
The Fuzztones,
Chris & Cosey,
Lindisfarne,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Human League,
Barrington Levy,
Michelle Simonal,
The Gap Band,
Mission of Burma,
Oblivians,
Public Image Ltd.,
ABBA,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Detroit Cobras,
Morten Harket,
The Fortunes,
DJ Sneak,
Boogie Down Productions,
Dawn Penn,
Adolescents,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Prince Buster,
Mark Hollis,
Boredoms,
Cluster,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Last Poets,
The Zeros,
The Associates,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Gil Scott Heron,
Cheater Slicks,
the Soft Cell,
Blossom Toes,
Idris Muhammad,
David McCallum,
Brothers Johnson,
The Sound,
The Electric Prunes,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
48th St. Collective,
The American Breed,
Max Romeo,
Camberwell Now,
Organ,
Siglo XX,
Chrome,
T.S.O.L.,
Whodini,
Brand Nubian,
Piero Umiliani,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Dead C,
The Motions,
The Pop Group,
Pantaleimon,
Clear Light,
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You don't know what you really want.
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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.