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 St Kitts & Nevis and from New York.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Frankie Knuckles to the funk 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 Sunsets and Hearts. All the underground hits.
All Duran Duran tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Faraquet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The United States of America record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Half Japanese,
Barbara Tucker,
Magma,
The Sonics,
T.S.O.L.,
Television Personalities,
Negative Approach,
Deakin,
Lindisfarne,
Susan Cadogan,
Harry Pussy,
Mantronix,
CMW,
Barrington Levy,
FM Einheit,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Pulsallama,
New York Dolls,
Smog,
Sound Behaviour,
The Cure,
Underground Resistance,
Fat Boys,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Saints,
The Monochrome Set,
Simply Red,
Quadrant,
Pantaleimon,
The Mojo Men,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Hoover,
Jerry's Kids,
OOIOO,
Johnny Clarke,
Sugar Minott,
Royal Trux,
The Pop Group,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Brothers Johnson,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Lalann,
Michelle Simonal,
Spandau Ballet,
Circle Jerks,
the Sonics,
Nation of Ulysses,
Animal Collective,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Charles Mingus,
Jeff Lynne,
Kevin Saunderson,
Boz Scaggs,
Groovy Waters,
Slave,
Quantec,
Cal Tjader,
Roxy Music,
Steve Hackett,
Wolf Eyes,
Bill Wells,
EPMD,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground.
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.