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 Ethiopia and from Taipei.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Gastr Del Sol to the jazz 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 Donald Byrd. All the underground hits.
All Sun City Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rhythim Is Rhythim 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Underground Resistance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vainqueur,
The Cowsills,
Alice Coltrane,
Marmalade,
Main Source,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Martian,
Fad Gadget,
Mantronix,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Blancmange,
Man Eating Sloth,
Roy Ayers,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Gun Club,
In Retrospect,
Gastr Del Sol,
Theoretical Girls,
Heaven 17,
London Community Gospel Choir,
UT,
Cymande,
The Shadows of Knight,
Shuggie Otis,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Ohio Players,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Q and Not U,
Average White Band,
The Human League,
Q65,
The Standells,
Sam Rivers,
Robert Görl,
the Germs,
Frankie Knuckles,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Public Image Ltd.,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Fall,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Soul II Soul,
David Axelrod,
Curtis Mayfield,
Khruangbin,
Neil Young,
Lou Christie,
The Moleskins,
Charles Mingus,
Quando Quango,
X-102,
Yazoo,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Slave,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Joensuu 1685,
Spandau Ballet,
the Soft Cell,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force.
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.