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 Swaziland and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Barry Ungar to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 KRS-One. All the underground hits.
All Sun Ra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every U.S. Maple record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dirtbombs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Marvin Gaye,
K-Klass,
Essential Logic,
Lyres,
Eric Dolphy,
Aswad,
Public Enemy,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Oblivians,
Arcadia,
Bronski Beat,
Khruangbin,
Inner City,
Unrelated Segments,
Scratch Acid,
The Pop Group,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Mr. Review,
Dave Gahan,
Gang Starr,
Clear Light,
Mantronix,
Amon Düül,
The J.B.'s,
OOIOO,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Ultimate Spinach,
Circle Jerks,
Gang Green,
Cybotron,
Sonic Youth,
Little Man,
Matthew Bourne,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Smog,
Lucky Dragons,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Kevin Saunderson,
Groovy Waters,
Yellowson,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Associates,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Harmonia,
Michelle Simonal,
Cameo,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Swans,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Searchers,
Sister Nancy,
Eddi Front,
The Selecter,
Sandy B,
Archie Shepp,
Mark Hollis,
Interpol,
Arab on Radar,
MDC,
Funkadelic,
Bill Near, Bill Near, Bill Near, Bill Near.
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.