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 Burundi and from Paris.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Von Mondo to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell. All the underground hits.
All 8 Eyed Spy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun Ra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Pet Shop Boys,
Lucky Dragons,
Joe Smooth,
Juan Atkins,
Pantaleimon,
Drexciya,
The Invisible,
Skarface,
Massinfluence,
Skaos,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Ice-T,
Franke,
DJ Style,
Tropical Tobacco,
Hasil Adkins,
The Moody Blues,
Deadbeat,
Easy Going,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Panda Bear,
Traffic Nightmare,
Derrick May,
Donny Hathaway,
Judy Mowatt,
The Searchers,
Althea and Donna,
Sugar Minott,
DNA,
Suburban Knight,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Slits,
The Buckinghams,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Rekid,
DJ Sneak,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Tomorrow,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Technova,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Cymande,
Nils Olav,
Stereo Dub,
Harry Pussy,
Kurtis Blow,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Can,
The Vogues,
David McCallum,
Kerrie Biddell,
Loose Ends,
U.S. Maple,
Peter and Kerry,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Visage,
The Leaves,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Lakeside,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Max Romeo, Max Romeo, Max Romeo, Max Romeo.
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.