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 Haiti and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 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 Scratch Acid to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Spoonie Gee. All the underground hits.
All The Count Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Donald Byrd record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Robert Hood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scott Walker,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
48th St. Collective,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Skatalites,
Scientists,
Reuben Wilson,
Japan,
Main Source,
Cal Tjader,
Soul Sonic Force,
Althea and Donna,
Pierre Henry,
Archie Shepp,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Ultravox,
Theoretical Girls,
Mr. Review,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Al Stewart,
David Axelrod,
ABBA,
The Neon Judgement,
Gang Starr,
Chrome,
Crispian St. Peters,
Faraquet,
Isaac Hayes,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Heaven 17,
Boz Scaggs,
kango's stein massive,
Jeff Mills,
DJ Style,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Saints,
Rosa Yemen,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Todd Rundgren,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Juan Atkins,
Yaz,
The Cowsills,
Beasts of Bourbon,
the Soft Cell,
The Durutti Column,
Boogie Down Productions,
Piero Umiliani,
Lucky Dragons,
Delta 5,
Country Teasers,
Carl Craig,
Rufus Thomas,
Throbbing Gristle,
Marshall Jefferson,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
AZ, AZ, AZ, AZ.
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.