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 Peru and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Scott Walker + Sunn O))) to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Warsaw. All the underground hits.
All Easy Going tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DNA record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 guitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rahsaan Roland Kirk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Organ,
Siglo XX,
Frankie Knuckles,
Alton Ellis,
Wasted Youth,
Yazoo,
Pagans,
Moebius,
Letta Mbulu,
Alphaville,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Sparks,
Rhythm & Sound,
Sonny Sharrock,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Rosa Yemen,
Fear,
The Sonics,
Smog,
Negative Approach,
Lyres,
Matthew Halsall,
The Blues Magoos,
Stereo Dub,
Ronan,
Ludus,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Althea and Donna,
Tears for Fears,
Byron Stingily,
Newcleus,
Josef K,
The Buckinghams,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Soulsonic Force,
Crispy Ambulance,
Bobby Byrd,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Martian,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Gun Club,
Minny Pops,
Dave Gahan,
Los Fastidios,
Talk Talk,
Sun Ra,
The New Christs,
Black Flag,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Electric Prunes,
The Slackers,
Pantaleimon,
Lakeside,
Rotary Connection,
Lungfish,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Moody Blues,
Tomorrow,
Crispian St. Peters,
Delon & Dalcan,
Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach.
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.