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 Solomon Islands and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 arpeggiator 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 The Kinks to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Jesper Dahlback. All the underground hits.
All Vladislav Delay tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Goldenarms record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cosmic Jokers 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?
Cabaret Voltaire,
Ronan,
Minutemen,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Roger Hodgson,
Dark Day,
Pantytec,
Ken Boothe,
Scientists,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Jacob Miller,
Popol Vuh,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Black Sheep,
Roy Ayers,
Mantronix,
The Dead C,
Mandrill,
The Selecter,
The Divine Comedy,
John Coltrane,
Andrew Hill,
Bill Near,
Leonard Cohen,
Stockholm Monsters,
Stereo Dub,
Arthur Verocai,
Fear,
The Smoke,
Chris & Cosey,
The Red Krayola,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Howard Jones,
The Doors,
Surgeon,
48th St. Collective,
Youth Brigade,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Skatalites,
Maleditus Sound,
Rotary Connection,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Searchers,
Cecil Taylor,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Dawn Penn,
Sun City Girls,
Darondo,
Scratch Acid,
Fugazi,
The Walker Brothers,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Terrestrial Tones,
Icehouse,
the Human League,
Schoolly D,
Agent Orange,
Quadrant,
Thee Headcoats,
Michelle Simonal,
U.S. Maple,
Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith.
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.