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 Dominica and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Arab on Radar to the techno 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 Sällskapet. All the underground hits.
All DJ Sneak tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Neon Judgement record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boredoms record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Henry Cow,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Zapp,
The Moleskins,
Main Source,
E-Dancer,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Charles Mingus,
Isaac Hayes,
The Standells,
Sun Ra,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Pere Ubu,
Make Up,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Golliwogs,
Roy Ayers,
Sexual Harrassment,
Magazine,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Trumans Water,
Nik Kershaw,
Television Personalities,
The New Christs,
Erykah Badu,
The Saints,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Beau Brummels,
Rufus Thomas,
Gerry Rafferty,
Sparks,
Kurtis Blow,
Tubeway Army,
Cybotron,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Five Americans,
The Electric Prunes,
Lalann,
Alison Limerick,
Stetsasonic,
Ten City,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Procol Harum,
Malaria!,
Ponytail,
The Young Rascals,
Iggy Pop,
Max Romeo,
Amon Düül II,
Fela Kuti,
Cheater Slicks,
Bang On A Can,
The Sonics,
Das Ding,
Glenn Branca,
June of 44,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
kango's stein massive,
Lower 48,
Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth.
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.