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 Botswana and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 arpeggiator 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 This Heat to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 B.T. Express. All the underground hits.
All Ralphi Rosario tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boogie Down Productions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 a clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Country Teasers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Holt,
Jacques Brel,
The Slits,
Marvin Gaye,
The Real Kids,
Flipper,
Khruangbin,
Flamin' Groovies,
Henry Cow,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Curtis Mayfield,
Roxette,
Tommy Roe,
Aswad,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Mars,
David Axelrod,
the Slits,
The Moody Blues,
Ituana,
Hardrive,
Saccharine Trust,
Gastr Del Sol,
Agent Orange,
Clear Light,
Crash Course in Science,
Cal Tjader,
Electric Prunes,
Suicide,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Soulsonic Force,
Amon Düül II,
Jacob Miller,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Schoolly D,
Amazonics,
Stereo Dub,
Angry Samoans,
Model 500,
the Germs,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Soft Cell,
Erasure,
Moss Icon,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Mad Mike,
Ossler,
The Remains,
Interpol,
OOIOO,
Eve St. Jones,
Jeff Mills,
Monolake,
Trumans Water,
Motorama,
K-Klass,
The Invisible,
Niagra,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Symarip,
Darondo,
Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman.
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.