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 Australia and from Delhi.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Joy Division to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Erasure. All the underground hits.
All Ronnie Foster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Porter Ricks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 chamberlin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Swell Maps record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Bush Tetras,
Eve St. Jones,
Gil Scott Heron,
UT,
Intrusion,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Smiths,
Pole,
D'Angelo,
Tom Boy,
Arcadia,
Pantaleimon,
Gastr Del Sol,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Public Enemy,
Easy Going,
Panda Bear,
Blossom Toes,
Moss Icon,
Barrington Levy,
Newcleus,
Barclay James Harvest,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Dark Day,
Gang of Four,
Lungfish,
Susan Cadogan,
Simply Red,
John Foxx,
Nick Fraelich,
Whodini,
Crispian St. Peters,
Janne Schatter,
Soul II Soul,
Peter & Gordon,
The Detroit Cobras,
Aloha Tigers,
Public Image Ltd.,
Ohio Players,
Althea and Donna,
Television,
Thompson Twins,
The Durutti Column,
Sam Rivers,
David Axelrod,
Tres Demented,
The Blackbyrds,
Oblivians,
Sparks,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Hardrive,
The Leaves,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Joy Division,
Pylon,
John Lydon,
London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir.
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.