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 Slovakia and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 harpsichord 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 Desert Stars to the techno 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 Nico. All the underground hits.
All Kenny Larkin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DJ Sneak record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Tremeloes,
Organ,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Zeros,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
L. Decosne,
The Music Machine,
Lalo Schifrin,
Aloha Tigers,
Neu!,
The Durutti Column,
The Smiths,
The Alarm Clocks,
Black Moon,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Radiohead,
The Flesh Eaters,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
JFA,
Rites of Spring,
Easy Going,
Amon Düül II,
Kerri Chandler,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Knickerbockers,
Sex Pistols,
Scott Walker,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Invisible,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Arcadia,
8 Eyed Spy,
Harry Pussy,
Babytalk,
The Residents,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Monks,
Oneida,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Television,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Camberwell Now,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Howard Jones,
Ralphi Rosario,
Newcleus,
Yaz,
Lou Christie,
The Fortunes,
ABC,
Soulsonic Force,
Donald Byrd,
a-ha,
The Selecter,
La Düsseldorf,
Interpol,
Junior Murvin,
Eric Dolphy,
Archie Shepp,
Crooked Eye,
Niagra,
D'Angelo,
Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts.
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.