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 Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the mellotron 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 The Young Rascals 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 Yazoo. All the underground hits.
All James White and The Blacks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ralphi Rosario 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a sitar 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 sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Slick Rick,
Jacob Miller,
Buzzcocks,
Fifty Foot Hose,
R.M.O.,
Junior Murvin,
The Fugs,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Leaves,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Young Marble Giants,
Deadbeat,
The Pop Group,
Sonny Sharrock,
Arab on Radar,
Loose Ends,
OOIOO,
Oblivians,
The Moleskins,
Gil Scott Heron,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Lee Hazlewood,
Yellowson,
Bill Near,
Interpol,
MDC,
Fad Gadget,
Scan 7,
Silicon Teens,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Funky Four + One,
The Pretty Things,
Deakin,
Main Source,
Eli Mardock,
Black Flag,
Jawbox,
Mark Hollis,
Scion,
Goldenarms,
Inner City,
Agitation Free,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Rakim,
Suburban Knight,
Nik Kershaw,
Lightning Bolt,
Jesper Dahlback,
Vladislav Delay,
Anakelly,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Nick Fraelich,
Eric Dolphy,
Joyce Sims,
Ohio Players,
The New Christs,
Minutemen,
The Slits,
Amon Düül II,
Robert Görl,
Sällskapet, Sällskapet, Sällskapet, Sällskapet.
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.