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 Turkey and from Mexico City.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the oboe 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 Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz to the techno 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 Janne Schatter. All the underground hits.
All Michelle Simonal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Association 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yellowson,
Dead Boys,
Bootsy Collins,
FM Einheit,
Pierre Henry,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Andrew Hill,
Archie Shepp,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Star Department,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
In Retrospect,
Harmonia,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
DJ Style,
Infiniti,
Alton Ellis,
The Stooges,
Nik Kershaw,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Index,
Glambeats Corp.,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Unwound,
Panda Bear,
the Normal,
Steve Hackett,
Stereo Dub,
Radiopuhelimet,
Audionom,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Moody Blues,
Funky Four + One,
A Certain Ratio,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Ultra Naté,
Carl Craig,
Tim Buckley,
Marvin Gaye,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Doobie Brothers,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Magazine,
Bill Near,
The Mighty Diamonds,
World's Most,
Iggy Pop,
Anakelly,
Idris Muhammad,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Trumans Water,
Cheater Slicks,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
cv313,
Bobby Byrd,
Grey Daturas,
Jeff Mills,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals.
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.