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 Turkmenistan and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 theremin 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 Section 25 to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Susan Cadogan. All the underground hits.
All Rapeman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Leonard Cohen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Wake record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kerri Chandler,
The Seeds,
Spandau Ballet,
Crooked Eye,
Don Cherry,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Rhythm & Sound,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Bobby Byrd,
Colin Newman,
Eden Ahbez,
Quantec,
Avey Tare,
China Crisis,
The Stooges,
Grauzone,
Bobby Womack,
X-102,
Lower 48,
the Swans,
Sam Rivers,
Oblivians,
Technova,
Camberwell Now,
Agent Orange,
Skaos,
Thee Headcoats,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Rufus Thomas,
Gerry Rafferty,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Trojans,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Saccharine Trust,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Infiniti,
Joyce Sims,
Reuben Wilson,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Slits,
Mo-Dettes,
Babytalk,
Sound Behaviour,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Lucky Dragons,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Selecter,
Cymande,
Gil Scott Heron,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Eric Copeland,
Camouflage,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Human League,
Marvin Gaye,
One Last Wish,
Connie Case,
Ornette Coleman,
Lalo Schifrin,
New Age Steppers,
Fluxion,
The Barracudas, The Barracudas, The Barracudas, The Barracudas.
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.