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 Niger and from Salvador.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Delta 5 to the dance 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 Moebius. All the underground hits.
All Wings tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Janne Schatter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a mellotron 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 oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Television,
OOIOO,
The Remains,
LL Cool J,
Tommy Roe,
Zero Boys,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Lower 48,
Fluxion,
Hardrive,
Yaz,
Bauhaus,
Bill Near,
Gabor Szabo,
Dual Sessions,
Iggy Pop,
Terry Callier,
Leonard Cohen,
Flamin' Groovies,
Gong,
Carl Craig,
Absolute Body Control,
Eve St. Jones,
Buzzcocks,
Livin' Joy,
New Order,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Pussy Galore,
These Immortal Souls,
Excepter,
Delta 5,
Rites of Spring,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Ultimate Spinach,
Darondo,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Joey Negro,
Vainqueur,
Cybotron,
John Holt,
Todd Rundgren,
The Cowsills,
Aural Exciters,
Colin Newman,
Mantronix,
The Toasters,
X-Ray Spex,
Thompson Twins,
the Fania All-Stars,
Sällskapet,
Fad Gadget,
The Martian,
The Associates,
The Leaves,
Bill Wells,
Connie Case,
New York Dolls,
Ponytail,
Ultravox,
Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy.
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.