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 Jordan and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 Hong Kong and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 L. Decosne to the grunge 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 Arthur Verocai. All the underground hits.
All Derrick May tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Colin Newman 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tres Demented record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Terry Callier,
Simply Red,
the Germs,
Cecil Taylor,
Howard Jones,
Fluxion,
The Selecter,
The Mummies,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Sonny Sharrock,
Morten Harket,
Fela Kuti,
Iggy Pop,
Cybotron,
Fear,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Amazonics,
Eve St. Jones,
Jeff Mills,
Altered Images,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Fatback Band,
Television,
Bauhaus,
Don Cherry,
the Normal,
Pole,
Crash Course in Science,
The Monochrome Set,
L. Decosne,
Lakeside,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
The Move,
The Birthday Party,
Tres Demented,
Black Moon,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Jesper Dahlback,
Dawn Penn,
Jawbox,
The Dead C,
Marcia Griffiths,
Zero Boys,
Erykah Badu,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Pantytec,
The Fortunes,
Funkadelic,
Aaron Thompson,
Man Parrish,
Laurel Aitken,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Stooges,
Animal Collective,
Lyres,
Cymande,
Kaleidoscope,
Country Teasers,
Hasil Adkins,
Lightning Bolt,
KRS-One, KRS-One, KRS-One, KRS-One.
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.