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 Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 Donald Fagen 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 Iggy Pop to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 World's Most. All the underground hits.
All Marvin Gaye tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Letta Mbulu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fort Wilson Riot record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kas Product,
Hasil Adkins,
The Red Krayola,
Brass Construction,
Todd Terry,
Chrome,
the Soft Cell,
Niagra,
DJ Sneak,
Roger Hodgson,
Gang Starr,
One Last Wish,
Kurtis Blow,
PIL,
Organ,
Youth Brigade,
Eurythmics,
Archie Shepp,
Au Pairs,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Brothers Johnson,
Amon Düül II,
Idris Muhammad,
Yellowson,
Ohio Players,
Flamin' Groovies,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Lebanon Hanover,
Isaac Hayes,
The Moody Blues,
Pierre Henry,
The Remains,
Kevin Saunderson,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Brick,
Ultra Naté,
Sarah Menescal,
The Misunderstood,
The Leaves,
Altered Images,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Rites of Spring,
Moebius,
Mo-Dettes,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Dead Boys,
John Lydon,
Lee Hazlewood,
Shoche,
Lucky Dragons,
D'Angelo,
LL Cool J,
Peter & Gordon,
Jawbox,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Toasters,
The Smoke,
the Fania All-Stars,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Pere Ubu,
Rekid, Rekid, Rekid, Rekid.
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.