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 Barbados and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 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 The Doors to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Jeff Mills. All the underground hits.
All Royal Trux tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chris & Cosey record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Spandau Ballet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Suicide,
Country Teasers,
ABBA,
Grauzone,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Toni Rubio,
Pharoah Sanders,
the Sonics,
Brand Nubian,
Grey Daturas,
Donald Byrd,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Kinks,
Lalo Schifrin,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
MC5,
Soft Machine,
These Immortal Souls,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
UT,
Cluster,
Blossom Toes,
The Saints,
Thompson Twins,
The Martian,
Sun Ra,
PIL,
Camberwell Now,
Moby Grape,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Jeru the Damaja,
Robert Hood,
DJ Style,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Marc Almond,
Aural Exciters,
John Coltrane,
Sandy B,
David McCallum,
X-102,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Selecter,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Junior Murvin,
Sexual Harrassment,
Radio Birdman,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Invisible,
Matthew Halsall,
Technova,
Loose Ends,
Con Funk Shun,
Pantaleimon,
Don Cherry,
Desert Stars,
Joensuu 1685,
Zero Boys,
Crispy Ambulance,
Absolute Body Control,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
E-Dancer, E-Dancer, E-Dancer, E-Dancer.
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.