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 Botswana and from Woodstock.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 mellotron 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 E-Dancer to the dance 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 Nico. All the underground hits.
All N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Groovy Waters 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Y Pants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dark Day,
China Crisis,
Black Flag,
Drexciya,
Aural Exciters,
Todd Rundgren,
Ludus,
Rod Modell,
Moebius,
Basic Channel,
The Shadows of Knight,
Whodini,
James White and The Blacks,
the Bar-Kays,
Soulsonic Force,
Idris Muhammad,
The Smiths,
The J.B.'s,
Hot Snakes,
Ponytail,
Amon Düül,
Bobby Womack,
Bill Wells,
Lindisfarne,
Joey Negro,
Agent Orange,
Brass Construction,
48th St. Collective,
Marcia Griffiths,
Wally Richardson,
X-102,
Lucky Dragons,
Sam Rivers,
Cymande,
Black Pus,
Soft Machine,
Duran Duran,
The Blackbyrds,
Charles Mingus,
Minny Pops,
Sugar Minott,
Jeff Mills,
Harry Pussy,
Barrington Levy,
Kas Product,
Wings,
Monks,
Alice Coltrane,
Wire,
Erasure,
Mary Jane Girls,
Black Sheep,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Skarface,
FM Einheit,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Lightning Bolt,
Ken Boothe,
Deakin,
Tom Boy,
Jerry's Kids,
Sexual Harrassment,
Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler.
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.