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 Uzbekistan and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Black Flag to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Rufus Thomas. All the underground hits.
All Sly & The Family Stone tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sight & Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Sherman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Evens,
Carl Craig,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
UT,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Gun Club,
Hasil Adkins,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Erykah Badu,
One Last Wish,
Absolute Body Control,
Oblivians,
Gang of Four,
In Retrospect,
The Vogues,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Neu!,
Skaos,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Sällskapet,
The Blues Magoos,
Cluster,
Jeff Lynne,
Ten City,
Mo-Dettes,
Zero Boys,
Gang Green,
Fela Kuti,
Newcleus,
Moss Icon,
Boredoms,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Erasure,
Anakelly,
The Move,
Goldenarms,
Cymande,
Al Stewart,
Glenn Branca,
Yazoo,
The Associates,
The Sound,
Drexciya,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Albert Ayler,
the Swans,
Curtis Mayfield,
Pierre Henry,
Sarah Menescal,
Smog,
The Cramps,
Jimmy McGriff,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Funky Four + One,
The Dirtbombs,
the Sonics,
The Black Dice,
Cal Tjader,
Ornette Coleman,
The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light.
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.