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 Finland and from Tokyo.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 One Last Wish to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Cluster. All the underground hits.
All Bauhaus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alton Ellis 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a FM Einheit record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brass Construction,
The Velvet Underground,
Theoretical Girls,
Negative Approach,
JFA,
Girls At Our Best!,
Al Stewart,
Rites of Spring,
Gang Starr,
MDC,
Siglo XX,
Sugar Minott,
The Wake,
Bobby Womack,
Altered Images,
Glambeats Corp.,
Pylon,
Metal Thangz,
Lightning Bolt,
Sun Ra,
Grey Daturas,
Fear,
Harmonia,
The Index,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Blake Baxter,
Monks,
Zapp,
Aswad,
The Buckinghams,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Albert Ayler,
Hot Snakes,
F. McDonald,
Soul II Soul,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
EPMD,
T. Rex,
The Standells,
Derrick Morgan,
Don Cherry,
Scion,
The Monochrome Set,
Nils Olav,
Sound Behaviour,
Colin Newman,
Jeff Mills,
June Days,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Names,
DJ Sneak,
Brick,
Monolake,
X-102,
Crash Course in Science,
Ornette Coleman,
Mary Jane Girls,
Hasil Adkins,
Spoonie Gee,
Jeru the Damaja,
Urselle,
The Gladiators, The Gladiators, The Gladiators, The Gladiators.
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.