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 Liechtenstein and from Hong Kong.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Sao Paulo.
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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Cybotron to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Albert Ayler. All the underground hits.
All K-Klass tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jacques Brel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 rhodes and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ken Boothe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Flag,
DJ Style,
Bobby Womack,
the Soft Cell,
Minor Threat,
Fluxion,
Nick Fraelich,
Neu!,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
X-Ray Spex,
Ornette Coleman,
Y Pants,
Blake Baxter,
Freddie Wadling,
Marvin Gaye,
Massinfluence,
Mr. Review,
Dual Sessions,
Public Enemy,
Groovy Waters,
Faraquet,
Sex Pistols,
Sarah Menescal,
Ultravox,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Siglo XX,
Howard Jones,
Parry Music,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Alton Ellis,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Surgeon,
The Remains,
The Motions,
Joy Division,
Soulsonic Force,
Ice-T,
The Fuzztones,
Flipper,
Moss Icon,
Eve St. Jones,
Marc Almond,
Jeru the Damaja,
Wally Richardson,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Monks,
Roxy Music,
Kenny Larkin,
The Flesh Eaters,
Liliput,
Interpol,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Bobby Sherman,
Flamin' Groovies,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Minnie Riperton,
Pantaleimon,
Neil Young,
The Names,
Archie Shepp,
Tim Buckley,
Iggy Pop,
Mad Mike,
Carl Craig, Carl Craig, Carl Craig, Carl Craig.
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.