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 Marshall Islands and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 linndrum 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 Minnie Riperton to the grime 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 Terror Squad Feat. Camron. All the underground hits.
All Rotary Connection tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Susan Cadogan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 an arpeggiator and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Intrusion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Throbbing Gristle,
Fatback Band,
The Leaves,
EPMD,
The Moleskins,
Scan 7,
Sarah Menescal,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Fortunes,
Slick Rick,
Slave,
The Pop Group,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Real Kids,
Au Pairs,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Theoretical Girls,
Gichy Dan,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Groovy Waters,
Trumans Water,
Drexciya,
Roxette,
Depeche Mode,
Thee Headcoats,
Hardrive,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Mandrill,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Black Sheep,
Pylon,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Ronan,
FM Einheit,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Bizarre Inc.,
Lower 48,
Ornette Coleman,
Yellowson,
Morten Harket,
The Move,
The Skatalites,
Tubeway Army,
the Human League,
Silicon Teens,
Drive Like Jehu,
Nils Olav,
Massinfluence,
Harpers Bizarre,
Heaven 17,
Pole,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Remains,
Outsiders,
The Last Poets,
Patti Smith,
Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes.
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.