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 Eritrea and from Lille.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Faust to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Glambeats Corp.. All the underground hits.
All Ten City tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Detroit Cobras record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yusef Lateef record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hoover,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Blancmange,
Tres Demented,
Black Bananas,
Fatback Band,
Camouflage,
K-Klass,
Bizarre Inc.,
Tommy Roe,
Davy DMX,
Qualms,
The Count Five,
EPMD,
Simply Red,
Zapp,
Vladislav Delay,
Pylon,
X-102,
Joe Smooth,
Sun Ra,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
MDC,
Lalann,
Lyres,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Absolute Body Control,
Monks,
Soulsonic Force,
AZ,
Black Moon,
Roxette,
Heaven 17,
Minor Threat,
Anthony Braxton,
Bootsy Collins,
Parry Music,
Severed Heads,
The Walker Brothers,
Intrusion,
cv313,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Ultravox,
Guru Guru,
Organ,
Angry Samoans,
Johnny Clarke,
Funky Four + One,
Loose Ends,
Bob Dylan,
Gong,
Maurizio,
The Kinks,
Gabor Szabo,
Iggy Pop,
The Motions,
Rufus Thomas,
Cameo,
Amon Düül II,
Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow.
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.