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 Honduras and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 organ 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 Surgeon to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 10cc. All the underground hits.
All Black Pus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Kinks 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stereo Dub record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soul Sonic Force,
Morten Harket,
Royal Trux,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Litter,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Q and Not U,
Sonny Sharrock,
Technova,
Sällskapet,
David Axelrod,
Mandrill,
Maleditus Sound,
Leonard Cohen,
Lightning Bolt,
Gang Gang Dance,
Lucky Dragons,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Nick Fraelich,
Traffic Nightmare,
Avey Tare,
Nas,
Cal Tjader,
Rekid,
The Wake,
Tomorrow,
Ornette Coleman,
Amon Düül,
Eli Mardock,
Minny Pops,
The Human League,
Lindisfarne,
June Days,
Jacques Brel,
Gang of Four,
Mo-Dettes,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Tears for Fears,
The Buckinghams,
Byron Stingily,
Kool Moe Dee,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Aural Exciters,
Frankie Knuckles,
Popol Vuh,
Ten City,
Nils Olav,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Aaron Thompson,
Patti Smith,
Yazoo,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Fluxion,
Black Moon,
Angry Samoans,
David Bowie,
Adolescents,
Flash Fearless,
B.T. Express,
Sparks,
Kaleidoscope,
The United States of America,
The Fortunes, The Fortunes, The Fortunes, The Fortunes.
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.