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 Oman 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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 Lou Reed 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 the Germs to the techno 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 Porter Ricks. All the underground hits.
All B.T. Express tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every D'Angelo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 a synthesizer and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deadbeat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Brothers Johnson,
Joe Finger,
These Immortal Souls,
Maleditus Sound,
Eve St. Jones,
Sarah Menescal,
Moss Icon,
David Bowie,
Lightning Bolt,
This Heat,
Grandmaster Flash,
Harpers Bizarre,
Scientists,
Traffic Nightmare,
Boz Scaggs,
The Pop Group,
Josef K,
Qualms,
Drive Like Jehu,
Al Stewart,
Black Moon,
The Remains,
Beasts of Bourbon,
the Fania All-Stars,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
New Order,
Joensuu 1685,
Laurel Aitken,
Von Mondo,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Aswad,
Stereo Dub,
The Fall,
Lou Christie,
The Music Machine,
Tommy Roe,
Jeff Lynne,
Royal Trux,
The New Christs,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Brand Nubian,
Albert Ayler,
Bill Near,
The Victims,
Fluxion,
Scrapy,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Standells,
The Mummies,
Nico,
Kerrie Biddell,
Soul Sonic Force,
Goldenarms,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Das Ding,
Colin Newman,
Peter and Kerry,
Guru Guru,
Bobby Byrd,
Con Funk Shun,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Maurizio, Maurizio, Maurizio, Maurizio.
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.