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 Indonesia and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 synthesizer 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 techno 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 The Pretty Things. All the underground hits.
All Youth Brigade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radiopuhelimet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Laurel Aitken record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Negative Approach,
the Normal,
Andrew Hill,
10cc,
Judy Mowatt,
Schoolly D,
Hasil Adkins,
Alison Limerick,
Silicon Teens,
Surgeon,
the Fania All-Stars,
KRS-One,
Sonny Sharrock,
Absolute Body Control,
Danielle Patucci,
Rod Modell,
Lower 48,
Oblivians,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Ituana,
Depeche Mode,
Albert Ayler,
David McCallum,
Jandek,
Gang of Four,
Franke,
Gang Starr,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Names,
Dark Day,
Soulsonic Force,
Sister Nancy,
FM Einheit,
Kayak,
Sonic Youth,
Underground Resistance,
Man Parrish,
The Residents,
Alton Ellis,
Tim Buckley,
Idris Muhammad,
Ohio Players,
Fad Gadget,
Zero Boys,
Heaven 17,
Basic Channel,
the Germs,
Los Fastidios,
Jimmy McGriff,
Kenny Larkin,
New York Dolls,
The Happenings,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Glenn Branca,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Mars,
The Buckinghams,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Bob Dylan,
Barbara Tucker,
Soft Cell,
The Wake,
Deepchord,
Rakim, Rakim, Rakim, Rakim.
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.