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 Kosovo and from Johannesburg.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Accra.
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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 MDC to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Brand Nubian. All the underground hits.
All Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hasil Adkins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 harpsichord and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Robert Wyatt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marvin Gaye,
The Grass Roots,
Kayak,
The Detroit Cobras,
Grey Daturas,
Parry Music,
The Motions,
One Last Wish,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Eurythmics,
Black Moon,
Scrapy,
Desert Stars,
Adolescents,
The J.B.'s,
the Normal,
James White and The Blacks,
Roy Ayers,
Rites of Spring,
Fatback Band,
Toni Rubio,
The Fortunes,
Negative Approach,
Saccharine Trust,
Avey Tare,
MC5,
Scion,
Malaria!,
Neu!,
Delta 5,
The Leaves,
Flamin' Groovies,
Derrick Morgan,
Chris Corsano,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Smog,
Skaos,
Subhumans,
Kerri Chandler,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Patti Smith,
Tommy Roe,
Girls At Our Best!,
Marshall Jefferson,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Kevin Saunderson,
Big Daddy Kane,
ABC,
Lee Hazlewood,
Throbbing Gristle,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Lightning Bolt,
Basic Channel,
Prince Buster,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Pop Group,
Drexciya,
The Monochrome Set,
Charles Mingus,
Eden Ahbez,
Rufus Thomas,
Ituana, Ituana, Ituana, Ituana.
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.