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 Libya and from London.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Ralphi Rosario to the grunge 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 Black Bananas. All the underground hits.
All Throbbing Gristle tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Litter 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
LL Cool J,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Television Personalities,
the Swans,
Outsiders,
Popol Vuh,
kango's stein massive,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Clear Light,
Black Bananas,
Nirvana,
Lalo Schifrin,
Zapp,
Kurtis Blow,
Malaria!,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Japan,
Jeff Mills,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Black Dice,
Ornette Coleman,
Sällskapet,
The Slits,
Mr. Review,
Radio Birdman,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
David Bowie,
Kool Moe Dee,
Kenny Larkin,
Infiniti,
Matthew Halsall,
Throbbing Gristle,
Darondo,
Albert Ayler,
DNA,
Au Pairs,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Trumans Water,
The Tremeloes,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Suburban Knight,
Boz Scaggs,
Alice Coltrane,
Yellowson,
Thompson Twins,
Flipper,
Liliput,
Royal Trux,
The Alarm Clocks,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Altered Images,
Gang Starr,
Wasted Youth,
Whodini,
The Cramps,
These Immortal Souls,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Joyce Sims,
Traffic Nightmare,
AZ,
Arcadia, Arcadia, Arcadia, Arcadia.
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.