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 Morocco and from Bremen.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and New York.
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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Von Mondo to the electroclash 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 Todd Rundgren. All the underground hits.
All Stiv Bators tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nas 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alice Coltrane,
Sam Rivers,
Gichy Dan,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The American Breed,
Tommy Roe,
Von Mondo,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Blake Baxter,
Donald Byrd,
Ken Boothe,
The Wake,
Stiv Bators,
Tim Buckley,
Yellowson,
Lindisfarne,
Black Pus,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
DJ Style,
JFA,
Brick,
This Heat,
Mr. Review,
Joyce Sims,
Jandek,
Rosa Yemen,
Ten City,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
the Human League,
June Days,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Theoretical Girls,
AZ,
F. McDonald,
Gang Green,
Jesper Dahlback,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Slackers,
a-ha,
Monolake,
UT,
The Dead C,
Nation of Ulysses,
Mo-Dettes,
Ultimate Spinach,
Soulsonic Force,
Albert Ayler,
The Last Poets,
Robert Wyatt,
The Walker Brothers,
Kas Product,
DNA,
Nils Olav,
Isaac Hayes,
Q and Not U,
Sound Behaviour,
The Motions,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Harry Pussy,
Rakim,
Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army.
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.