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 Gabon and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 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 Junior Murvin to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 John Holt. All the underground hits.
All Public Image Ltd. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Green record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Beasts of Bourbon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Remains,
Amon Düül,
MDC,
Terry Callier,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Radio Birdman,
Animal Collective,
Ten City,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Audionom,
Electric Prunes,
Gang Starr,
Sonny Sharrock,
Donald Byrd,
Mr. Review,
Susan Cadogan,
Marcia Griffiths,
Desert Stars,
Royal Trux,
the Human League,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Porter Ricks,
The Cowsills,
The Black Dice,
Drexciya,
Alphaville,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Frankie Knuckles,
Crooked Eye,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Fortunes,
Lou Reed,
Zapp,
The Monochrome Set,
Echospace,
Theoretical Girls,
Lucky Dragons,
Funky Four + One,
Sonic Youth,
Letta Mbulu,
Television Personalities,
Ohio Players,
Gang Green,
Suburban Knight,
John Coltrane,
Surgeon,
Shuggie Otis,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Smiths,
JFA,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Blackbyrds,
The Five Americans,
John Lydon,
John Holt,
Saccharine Trust,
Anakelly,
June of 44,
DJ Sneak,
Morten Harket,
Section 25,
A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio.
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.