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 Yemen and from Calgary.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the guitar 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 D'Angelo to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz. All the underground hits.
All Roy Ayers Ubiquity tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minutemen 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Unrelated Segments record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Fuzztones,
This Heat,
Boogie Down Productions,
Pere Ubu,
The Saints,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
June Days,
Eddi Front,
Electric Prunes,
Black Flag,
E-Dancer,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Gichy Dan,
Technova,
The Flesh Eaters,
Roxy Music,
Bootsy Collins,
A Certain Ratio,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Wings,
Alphaville,
Terrestrial Tones,
Scott Walker,
Pet Shop Boys,
Pantaleimon,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Tommy Roe,
Aswad,
The Slits,
Warsaw,
Hoover,
Brothers Johnson,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Tom Boy,
Motorama,
John Holt,
Rakim,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Warren Ellis,
David Axelrod,
the Bar-Kays,
The Red Krayola,
Swell Maps,
Von Mondo,
The Litter,
Sun Ra,
Minutemen,
Sister Nancy,
Stereo Dub,
Lower 48,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Goldenarms,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
the Soft Cell,
Ten City,
Circle Jerks,
Gil Scott Heron,
Minor Threat,
Joy Division,
Derrick May,
ABBA, ABBA, ABBA, ABBA.
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.