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 Senegal and from Portland.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 arpeggiator 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 Scratch Acid to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Stiv Bators. All the underground hits.
All Don Cherry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brand Nubian record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 sitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
It's A Beautiful Day,
Ponytail,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Roy Ayers,
Gabor Szabo,
8 Eyed Spy,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Michelle Simonal,
Matthew Halsall,
Trumans Water,
Davy DMX,
Freddie Wadling,
Japan,
The Trojans,
Crispy Ambulance,
Duran Duran,
Bill Near,
Oneida,
Make Up,
The Associates,
Aaron Thompson,
PIL,
Fatback Band,
The Divine Comedy,
Banda Bassotti,
Piero Umiliani,
Crooked Eye,
Pole,
Kevin Saunderson,
Interpol,
Spandau Ballet,
The Skatalites,
U.S. Maple,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Sandy B,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Archie Shepp,
Minnie Riperton,
The Angels of Light,
Dawn Penn,
John Lydon,
Tubeway Army,
The Pop Group,
Iggy Pop,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Agent Orange,
The Red Krayola,
T. Rex,
Sparks,
Bobby Sherman,
Eric B and Rakim,
Livin' Joy,
The Doobie Brothers,
X-102,
Depeche Mode,
Suicide,
Scion,
The Seeds,
cv313,
Youth Brigade,
Tears for Fears,
Grandmaster Flash,
Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!.
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.