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 Slovakia and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Cecil Taylor to the jazz 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 The Fugs. All the underground hits.
All Urselle 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 techno 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 chamberlin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ituana record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric Dolphy,
The Blues Magoos,
Wolf Eyes,
Jandek,
The Velvet Underground,
U.S. Maple,
Dual Sessions,
The Electric Prunes,
The Birthday Party,
Stockholm Monsters,
Sixth Finger,
Sparks,
The Saints,
Johnny Osbourne,
Roy Ayers,
Radio Birdman,
Animal Collective,
Moby Grape,
Warren Ellis,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Cowsills,
Tres Demented,
Danielle Patucci,
Cameo,
Warsaw,
Y Pants,
Second Layer,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Dennis Brown,
Mr. Review,
Fela Kuti,
The Slits,
Symarip,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Lower 48,
Audionom,
Black Pus,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
DNA,
La Düsseldorf,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Aloha Tigers,
Lou Reed,
Robert Hood,
Deadbeat,
Chris & Cosey,
Tubeway Army,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Neil Young,
Public Image Ltd.,
Faust,
The Real Kids,
Magma,
Grandmaster Flash,
Soul Sonic Force,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Echospace,
E-Dancer,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
OOIOO,
Organ,
Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders.
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.