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 Suriname and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 organ 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 Kayak 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 Faraquet. All the underground hits.
All Joensuu 1685 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crispian St. Peters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Reuben Wilson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kurtis Blow,
Eli Mardock,
Mo-Dettes,
Sonny Sharrock,
Eric Copeland,
L. Decosne,
The Star Department,
Harmonia,
Marine Girls,
Zapp,
Hardrive,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Metal Thangz,
The Walker Brothers,
Marshall Jefferson,
Fatback Band,
Minor Threat,
Duran Duran,
Maleditus Sound,
Scion,
Soulsonic Force,
The Remains,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Pretty Things,
Bad Manners,
Minnie Riperton,
Anthony Braxton,
Byron Stingily,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Depeche Mode,
Matthew Bourne,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Adolescents,
Frankie Knuckles,
Scan 7,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Sound,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Oneida,
Patti Smith,
Cluster,
Derrick May,
Panda Bear,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Freddie Wadling,
Sun Ra,
Jeru the Damaja,
Erasure,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Y Pants,
The Seeds,
The Gap Band,
The American Breed,
Second Layer,
Pantytec,
The Mojo Men,
the Human League,
Bobby Byrd,
Lee Hazlewood,
Sixth Finger,
Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu.
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.