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 Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Marc Almond to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Man Parrish. All the underground hits.
All Letta Mbulu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camberwell Now record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sex Pistols record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Steve Hackett,
E-Dancer,
Sarah Menescal,
The Shadows of Knight,
Metal Thangz,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Roy Ayers,
Letta Mbulu,
The American Breed,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Unrelated Segments,
Ituana,
This Heat,
Reuben Wilson,
Warsaw,
Sällskapet,
The Neon Judgement,
Laurel Aitken,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Second Layer,
Avey Tare,
Joy Division,
Mr. Review,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Nico,
Yellowson,
Gastr Del Sol,
Man Parrish,
Guru Guru,
Susan Cadogan,
The Dirtbombs,
The Vogues,
Dark Day,
Lalann,
Brand Nubian,
Ten City,
Frankie Knuckles,
Colin Newman,
Marcia Griffiths,
Donny Hathaway,
Sonic Youth,
Althea and Donna,
Curtis Mayfield,
Eric Copeland,
The Gap Band,
Von Mondo,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Sun Ra,
Stockholm Monsters,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Human League,
Audionom,
Ronan,
Lakeside,
Erasure,
Duran Duran,
Intrusion,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Newcleus,
R.M.O.,
Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan.
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.