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 Gabon and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 harpsichord 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 cv313 to the punk 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 Severed Heads. All the underground hits.
All Lakeside tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Massinfluence record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Moon,
Heaven 17,
Con Funk Shun,
Josef K,
Rosa Yemen,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Q65,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Gong,
Goldenarms,
Matthew Halsall,
Jacques Brel,
Deakin,
Circle Jerks,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Marine Girls,
Newcleus,
Dorothy Ashby,
Fad Gadget,
The Fall,
Wasted Youth,
Laurel Aitken,
Eden Ahbez,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Divine Comedy,
David McCallum,
Lalo Schifrin,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Eddi Front,
Intrusion,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Kinks,
Das Ding,
Sonic Youth,
Aswad,
Moebius,
Deepchord,
Barrington Levy,
Pere Ubu,
Althea and Donna,
Jawbox,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Dennis Brown,
Ronan,
Tom Boy,
Fat Boys,
Marshall Jefferson,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Roy Ayers,
Joe Finger,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Jeru the Damaja,
Peter and Kerry,
Harry Pussy,
Marmalade,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Drive Like Jehu,
Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones.
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.