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 Cuba and from Toronto.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 Ohio Players to the rap 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 Theoretical Girls. All the underground hits.
All Bauhaus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scott Walker 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cybotron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Laurel Aitken,
Dark Day,
Henry Cow,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Bobby Byrd,
Max Romeo,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Brand Nubian,
Faraquet,
Glenn Branca,
Gang Green,
Babytalk,
Y Pants,
Gichy Dan,
Television,
Rites of Spring,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Pharoah Sanders,
Pole,
Bootsy Collins,
Gregory Isaacs,
Television Personalities,
Erasure,
The Offenders,
Bang On A Can,
Piero Umiliani,
Schoolly D,
Fat Boys,
The Dead C,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Andrew Hill,
Unwound,
Outsiders,
Sixth Finger,
Bizarre Inc.,
Nik Kershaw,
New Order,
The Neon Judgement,
Drive Like Jehu,
Eric Dolphy,
The Names,
L. Decosne,
Monks,
Mission of Burma,
Youth Brigade,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Red Krayola,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Residents,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Yaz,
Flipper,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Ronan,
Rakim,
Black Moon,
The Slackers, The Slackers, The Slackers, The Slackers.
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.