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 Zambia and from Lyon.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan to the crunk 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 the Bar-Kays. All the underground hits.
All Alphaville tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Accadde A 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Monks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joe Smooth,
Peter & Gordon,
Sonny Sharrock,
Jerry's Kids,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Boogie Down Productions,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Avey Tare,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Residents,
The Leaves,
Hashim,
The Fire Engines,
Blake Baxter,
Brass Construction,
Patti Smith,
Inner City,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Japan,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Archie Shepp,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Nils Olav,
The Doors,
Michelle Simonal,
Parry Music,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Camberwell Now,
Warsaw,
Chris & Cosey,
Derrick May,
The Flesh Eaters,
China Crisis,
FM Einheit,
La Düsseldorf,
The Vogues,
Warren Ellis,
Gang Gang Dance,
CMW,
Thee Headcoats,
DJ Style,
The Index,
Erasure,
Connie Case,
Pagans,
the Soft Cell,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
D'Angelo,
Gong,
Royal Trux,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Organ,
Gang of Four,
Cheater Slicks,
Pulsallama,
John Cale,
Kerrie Biddell,
Tim Buckley,
Deakin, Deakin, Deakin, Deakin.
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.