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 Slovakia and from Delhi.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 clarinet 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 Donald Byrd to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Lebanon Hanover. All the underground hits.
All Sun Ra Arkestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Blackbyrds 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sight & Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pet Shop Boys,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Stetsasonic,
Icehouse,
Neu!,
Crispian St. Peters,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Groovy Waters,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Terry Callier,
Junior Murvin,
10cc,
Index,
Scientists,
The Moody Blues,
Jacob Miller,
Thee Headcoats,
Wire,
David Bowie,
Jesper Dahlback,
Idris Muhammad,
Royal Trux,
Jacques Brel,
Aaron Thompson,
Faust,
Infiniti,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Blancmange,
Interpol,
Saccharine Trust,
The New Christs,
Von Mondo,
The Remains,
Eric Dolphy,
Cheater Slicks,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Gil Scott Heron,
Sällskapet,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Easy Going,
Big Daddy Kane,
Nation of Ulysses,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Fugs,
Eli Mardock,
Cecil Taylor,
Lalann,
The Selecter,
The Blues Magoos,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Motions,
Aural Exciters,
Black Flag,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Ralphi Rosario,
Porter Ricks,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Sugar Minott,
Jimmy McGriff,
T. Rex,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud.
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.