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 Chad and from Edmonton.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 chamberlin 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 kango's stein massive to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Bad Manners. All the underground hits.
All Gian Franco Pienzio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Men They Couldn't Hang 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Moby Grape record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Swell Maps,
Aswad,
Simply Red,
Crime,
DJ Style,
PIL,
The Misunderstood,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Vladislav Delay,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Eve St. Jones,
Marshall Jefferson,
Soft Cell,
Bill Near,
Rosa Yemen,
F. McDonald,
The Doors,
The Monochrome Set,
Porter Ricks,
Juan Atkins,
Lyres,
Nik Kershaw,
The Fuzztones,
June Days,
Dawn Penn,
Brand Nubian,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Grandmaster Flash,
Zero Boys,
Eric Copeland,
Ken Boothe,
Q and Not U,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Y Pants,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Ralphi Rosario,
Crooked Eye,
Sun Ra,
Bronski Beat,
Letta Mbulu,
David Axelrod,
Oblivians,
The Alarm Clocks,
Lalann,
The American Breed,
The Sound,
Unrelated Segments,
the Normal,
Easy Going,
Jesper Dahlback,
Sight & Sound,
The Durutti Column,
Sugar Minott,
Unwound,
John Holt,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Reuben Wilson,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Eric Dolphy,
Scion,
Minny Pops,
Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes.
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.