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 Moldova and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the theremin 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 Fela Kuti to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Inner City. All the underground hits.
All Anthony Braxton tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Pop Group record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soft Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Main Source,
The Knickerbockers,
Nico,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Minny Pops,
The Cramps,
Minor Threat,
Jesper Dahlback,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Golliwogs,
Rekid,
Lebanon Hanover,
Whodini,
The Red Krayola,
Suburban Knight,
Drexciya,
Johnny Osbourne,
Junior Murvin,
Lalann,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Slick Rick,
Metal Thangz,
AZ,
Roxy Music,
Jerry's Kids,
Kool Moe Dee,
UT,
Duran Duran,
Aloha Tigers,
Eden Ahbez,
Crispy Ambulance,
Khruangbin,
Arab on Radar,
CMW,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Last Poets,
Gastr Del Sol,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Young Rascals,
Zapp,
Vladislav Delay,
Spoonie Gee,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Gun Club,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Swell Maps,
The Modern Lovers,
Kerri Chandler,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Busters,
Surgeon,
Au Pairs,
Scott Walker,
The Happenings,
Electric Prunes,
Malaria!,
Grauzone,
Davy DMX,
Boredoms,
The Slackers,
Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill.
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.