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 Korea North and from Manila.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the sitar 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 Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane to the punk 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 Mandrill. All the underground hits.
All Gabor Szabo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultra Naté record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oneida record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wasted Youth,
Mark Hollis,
The Mojo Men,
H. Thieme,
Deakin,
Matthew Halsall,
The Last Poets,
Fear,
Altered Images,
Matthew Bourne,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Surgeon,
Yazoo,
Los Fastidios,
48th St. Collective,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Neon Judgement,
Max Romeo,
The Seeds,
Kayak,
Make Up,
Minor Threat,
Maurizio,
Prince Buster,
Das Ding,
EPMD,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Cybotron,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Supertramp,
Marvin Gaye,
Accadde A,
Rites of Spring,
Bluetip,
Wolf Eyes,
E-Dancer,
Skriet,
The Fortunes,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Electric Prunes,
Half Japanese,
Sixth Finger,
Man Eating Sloth,
June of 44,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Eric Dolphy,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Lalann,
Minny Pops,
Jandek,
Black Pus,
Scratch Acid,
Qualms,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Evens,
The United States of America,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Ronnie Foster,
The Young Rascals,
Yellowson, Yellowson, Yellowson, Yellowson.
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.