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 Liberia and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 arpeggiator 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 Gabor Szabo to the rap 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 Black Pus. All the underground hits.
All Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Moon 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a K-Klass record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Shoche,
Roy Ayers,
Visage,
Ornette Coleman,
Dave Gahan,
Fat Boys,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Alarm Clocks,
PIL,
Kaleidoscope,
Iggy Pop,
Ohio Players,
Niagra,
Hot Snakes,
Audionom,
Scan 7,
John Foxx,
Thee Headcoats,
Scott Walker,
Aaron Thompson,
Alison Limerick,
Cecil Taylor,
Pantytec,
Scrapy,
The Monochrome Set,
Tropical Tobacco,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Ponytail,
Brass Construction,
The Dave Clark Five,
Pole,
The Cramps,
Urselle,
Rotary Connection,
Tim Buckley,
John Holt,
Ludus,
Eli Mardock,
Marc Almond,
Depeche Mode,
Interpol,
KRS-One,
The Selecter,
Television,
Half Japanese,
Lakeside,
David Bowie,
R.M.O.,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Motorama,
Eden Ahbez,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Andrew Hill,
Essential Logic,
DJ Sneak,
Jacob Miller,
kango's stein massive,
Crispian St. Peters,
Make Up, Make Up, Make Up, Make Up.
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.