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 Albania and from Edmonton.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 Michael McDonald 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 Crispy Ambulance to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 DJ Sneak. All the underground hits.
All Television tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camberwell Now record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Desert Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aaron Thompson,
The Litter,
Jeru the Damaja,
Black Bananas,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Cowsills,
The Human League,
Hot Snakes,
The Busters,
Skaos,
Funkadelic,
Pylon,
Silicon Teens,
Urselle,
Monolake,
New Age Steppers,
Bill Wells,
Althea and Donna,
Pole,
Kenny Larkin,
Yusef Lateef,
The United States of America,
Harpers Bizarre,
Amon Düül II,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Selecter,
June Days,
Intrusion,
Roxette,
Idris Muhammad,
The Mojo Men,
Groovy Waters,
the Slits,
Jerry's Kids,
The Doors,
Gang Green,
Soul Sonic Force,
Sam Rivers,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Kayak,
CMW,
Country Teasers,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Scott Walker,
Crash Course in Science,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Soulsonic Force,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Kevin Saunderson,
Pantytec,
Eve St. Jones,
Bush Tetras,
Bobby Sherman,
Subhumans,
Don Cherry,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Skriet,
Alton Ellis,
Grey Daturas,
Newcleus,
Simply Red, Simply Red, Simply Red, Simply Red.
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.