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 Malawi and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 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 John Coltrane to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Sister Nancy. All the underground hits.
All The Zeros tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Techniques record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a In Retrospect record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harry Pussy,
Robert Hood,
Echospace,
Lou Christie,
The Gories,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Move,
Agitation Free,
Bronski Beat,
Ultra Naté,
Eden Ahbez,
The Last Poets,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Ronan,
T. Rex,
Jeru the Damaja,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Duran Duran,
Deadbeat,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Modern Lovers,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Golliwogs,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Lou Reed,
Cheater Slicks,
The Beau Brummels,
Altered Images,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Talk Talk,
Bob Dylan,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Fugs,
Rekid,
The Durutti Column,
Heaven 17,
Nik Kershaw,
Barbara Tucker,
The Detroit Cobras,
Black Sheep,
Juan Atkins,
Alice Coltrane,
Charles Mingus,
Guru Guru,
Rakim,
Gabor Szabo,
Kerrie Biddell,
Radio Birdman,
Al Stewart,
Camberwell Now,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Sonics,
Crooked Eye,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Black Flag,
Gang Starr,
Avey Tare,
Maurizio,
Roy Ayers,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
cv313,
Derrick May,
Ossler,
Yellowson, Yellowson, Yellowson, Yellowson.
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.