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 Netherlands and from Spokane.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 Sugar Minott to the grunge 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 The Fuzztones. All the underground hits.
All Agitation Free tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minnie Riperton record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rod Modell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Magma,
T. Rex,
Tomorrow,
Alice Coltrane,
Erasure,
Terry Callier,
Section 25,
Aswad,
The Victims,
Cybotron,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
cv313,
Archie Shepp,
Symarip,
The Leaves,
The Golliwogs,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
8 Eyed Spy,
Quando Quango,
Tropical Tobacco,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Pagans,
John Coltrane,
Minnie Riperton,
New Age Steppers,
Eric Dolphy,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Fifty Foot Hose,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Sparks,
Soft Cell,
X-Ray Spex,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Alison Limerick,
The Sonics,
Clear Light,
Minor Threat,
The Count Five,
The Zeros,
Glenn Branca,
Marcia Griffiths,
Susan Cadogan,
The Remains,
Swell Maps,
Maleditus Sound,
Reagan Youth,
Kenny Larkin,
Nas,
Rakim,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Dead Boys,
Harry Pussy,
Bill Near,
Chrome,
Tommy Roe,
Deepchord,
The Flesh Eaters,
Jeff Lynne,
Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway.
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.