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 the UAE and from London.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Alton Ellis to the grime 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 Maurizio. All the underground hits.
All Goldenarms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Man Eating Sloth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeff Mills record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gabor Szabo,
The Gladiators,
Junior Murvin,
Magma,
The Remains,
Visage,
Hardrive,
Eve St. Jones,
D'Angelo,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The New Christs,
Johnny Osbourne,
Bizarre Inc.,
Amon Düül,
Leonard Cohen,
Das Ding,
Tears for Fears,
Bluetip,
U.S. Maple,
Infiniti,
Ken Boothe,
Joensuu 1685,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Sound,
Nils Olav,
Oneida,
Grey Daturas,
The Invisible,
Radiopuhelimet,
CMW,
Fugazi,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Desert Stars,
Simply Red,
David Bowie,
Absolute Body Control,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Victims,
Wolf Eyes,
Suburban Knight,
The Buckinghams,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Slave,
Royal Trux,
R.M.O.,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
John Cale,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Barclay James Harvest,
Girls At Our Best!,
Josef K,
the Bar-Kays,
Swell Maps,
Ultravox,
Wasted Youth,
Prince Buster,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Bobby Byrd,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Piero Umiliani,
Stetsasonic,
The Gories,
Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims.
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.