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 Fiji and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 harpsichord 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 Susan Cadogan to the grime 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 Kool Moe Dee. All the underground hits.
All Subhumans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arab on Radar record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cecil Taylor record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pantytec,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Eurythmics,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Rosa Yemen,
Graham Central Station,
The Happenings,
Faraquet,
Sarah Menescal,
Jeff Mills,
Cameo,
Avey Tare,
Big Daddy Kane,
Sonic Youth,
Ice-T,
A Certain Ratio,
The Moody Blues,
The Cowsills,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
X-101,
Neil Young,
This Heat,
The Toasters,
The Mojo Men,
Wings,
The Dave Clark Five,
Pierre Henry,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Althea and Donna,
The Walker Brothers,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Swans,
Iggy Pop,
Soul II Soul,
Spoonie Gee,
Leonard Cohen,
James White and The Blacks,
Maleditus Sound,
Eden Ahbez,
Scion,
Eric Dolphy,
Joy Division,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Aaron Thompson,
Bizarre Inc.,
Fatback Band,
Sexual Harrassment,
Inner City,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Frankie Knuckles,
Subhumans,
Pylon,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Moleskins,
Banda Bassotti,
Bootsy Collins,
Sparks,
the Swans,
Ken Boothe,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Camberwell Now,
Half Japanese, Half Japanese, Half Japanese, Half Japanese.
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.