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 Colombia and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Bootsy Collins to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Judy Mowatt. All the underground hits.
All Pussy Galore tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Subhumans 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a theremin 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 harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Zero Boys,
Hot Snakes,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Monks,
E-Dancer,
Roxette,
Sun City Girls,
Piero Umiliani,
Tim Buckley,
Franke,
Procol Harum,
Michelle Simonal,
Little Man,
Patti Smith,
Accadde A,
Suburban Knight,
The Last Poets,
Clear Light,
Au Pairs,
Country Teasers,
Can,
Junior Murvin,
Mad Mike,
Roy Ayers,
Spandau Ballet,
Gil Scott Heron,
Rapeman,
Fat Boys,
10cc,
Marc Almond,
The Raincoats,
Lee Hazlewood,
Harry Pussy,
Scratch Acid,
Fugazi,
Essential Logic,
Sex Pistols,
Henry Cow,
Rosa Yemen,
Nik Kershaw,
Todd Terry,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Index,
Hasil Adkins,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Move,
Negative Approach,
Wolf Eyes,
Basic Channel,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Underground Resistance,
JFA,
Average White Band,
Ludus,
Derrick May,
Glenn Branca,
Bobby Byrd,
Sonny Sharrock,
Black Pus,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay.
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.