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 Benin and from Lyon.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 chamberlin 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 Susan Cadogan to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Soul II Soul. All the underground hits.
All Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flash Fearless record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Echospace record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Gang of Four,
The Electric Prunes,
Robert Hood,
Lalo Schifrin,
June of 44,
Interpol,
Television,
B.T. Express,
Quadrant,
Harry Pussy,
E-Dancer,
Maleditus Sound,
Graham Central Station,
Hoover,
Stetsasonic,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
June Days,
Circle Jerks,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Clear Light,
The New Christs,
Aural Exciters,
Subhumans,
Letta Mbulu,
Underground Resistance,
The Leaves,
Whodini,
Anthony Braxton,
Electric Prunes,
Amazonics,
Ludus,
Johnny Osbourne,
Gong,
Cecil Taylor,
the Human League,
Motorama,
Darondo,
MC5,
Kevin Saunderson,
Japan,
Absolute Body Control,
Anakelly,
Intrusion,
Minny Pops,
Max Romeo,
Godley & Creme,
Bootsy Collins,
Schoolly D,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Amon Düül II,
Oneida,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Section 25,
Archie Shepp,
the Normal,
Moebius,
Barry Ungar,
Sixth Finger,
Prince Buster,
Rapeman, Rapeman, Rapeman, Rapeman.
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.