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 Uzbekistan and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 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 Morten Harket to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Evens. All the underground hits.
All Kaleidoscope tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Coltrane 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 chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Q and Not U record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Walker Brothers,
Ponytail,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Oneida,
Popol Vuh,
Delta 5,
The Gories,
Aswad,
Q65,
Blossom Toes,
Toni Rubio,
Roxy Music,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Ituana,
Roy Ayers,
Aloha Tigers,
The Doobie Brothers,
Ken Boothe,
The Mojo Men,
The Divine Comedy,
Spoonie Gee,
Blancmange,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Joe Finger,
Model 500,
Ice-T,
Grauzone,
Janne Schatter,
Joey Negro,
Dennis Brown,
Man Eating Sloth,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Lightning Bolt,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Slits,
The Tremeloes,
Lyres,
Loose Ends,
Josef K,
Altered Images,
Black Sheep,
The Pretty Things,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
cv313,
Marshall Jefferson,
DJ Style,
Marmalade,
Michelle Simonal,
David Axelrod,
Mr. Review,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Graham Central Station,
Tres Demented,
Fear,
Gastr Del Sol,
Glambeats Corp.,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Godley & Creme,
Stereo Dub,
Prince Buster,
48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective.
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.