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 Honduras and from Woodstock.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Ralphi Rosario to the funk 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 Lyres. All the underground hits.
All Manfred Mann's Earth Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rhythm & Sound 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Drexciya record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kevin Saunderson,
the Human League,
Buzzcocks,
Lower 48,
The Blues Magoos,
Unwound,
New Order,
Fela Kuti,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Saints,
Letta Mbulu,
Angry Samoans,
The Mojo Men,
Hasil Adkins,
Terry Callier,
Cal Tjader,
Niagra,
Zero Boys,
Brothers Johnson,
X-Ray Spex,
Stereo Dub,
Skarface,
Babytalk,
Jacques Brel,
Rapeman,
DJ Sneak,
Sugar Minott,
Tubeway Army,
The Young Rascals,
Dennis Brown,
Unrelated Segments,
Loose Ends,
Ash Ra Tempel,
B.T. Express,
The Selecter,
Bootsy Collins,
Johnny Clarke,
Ludus,
10cc,
The Buckinghams,
Don Cherry,
Black Pus,
Josef K,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Glambeats Corp.,
Crooked Eye,
Hardrive,
The Cure,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Mission of Burma,
The Pretty Things,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Monks,
Little Man,
Barry Ungar,
Pere Ubu,
Arab on Radar,
the Germs,
Bobby Womack,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Reagan Youth,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
PIL,
Dead Boys, Dead Boys, Dead Boys, Dead Boys.
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.