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 Saudi Arabia and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 theremin 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 World's Most to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Nas. All the underground hits.
All L. Decosne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rosa Yemen 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a chamberlin 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 synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ohio Players,
Black Moon,
Subhumans,
Brick,
Public Enemy,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Nas,
Delta 5,
Gregory Isaacs,
Sugar Minott,
Bootsy Collins,
Ronnie Foster,
Radiopuhelimet,
Chrome,
Massinfluence,
James White and The Blacks,
Liliput,
Vainqueur,
Jeff Lynne,
Freddie Wadling,
John Coltrane,
Icehouse,
Absolute Body Control,
Niagra,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Altered Images,
The Techniques,
10cc,
Sonny Sharrock,
L. Decosne,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Cowsills,
DNA,
Eden Ahbez,
Marine Girls,
JFA,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Pulsallama,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Pretty Things,
David Bowie,
John Cale,
Ponytail,
Hasil Adkins,
Monolake,
The Slackers,
Public Image Ltd.,
Q65,
The Black Dice,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Kas Product,
Stiv Bators,
The Residents,
T. Rex,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
DJ Style,
Rakim,
Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti.
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.