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 Israel and from Copenhagen.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and London.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the 808 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 Kayak to the jazz 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 David Bowie. All the underground hits.
All The Seeds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-102 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Negative Approach record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lakeside,
Joyce Sims,
Roy Ayers,
Funkadelic,
Shoche,
The Gladiators,
Yellowson,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Panda Bear,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Dirtbombs,
Kas Product,
The Gap Band,
Desert Stars,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Dead C,
Camberwell Now,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Moby Grape,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
James White and The Blacks,
Shuggie Otis,
Gang Green,
Traffic Nightmare,
Roxette,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Michelle Simonal,
Susan Cadogan,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
China Crisis,
Tomorrow,
Dorothy Ashby,
Masters at Work,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Cramps,
Section 25,
Ossler,
Wasted Youth,
Hashim,
K-Klass,
Wolf Eyes,
Skriet,
Fluxion,
Brass Construction,
Pet Shop Boys,
June Days,
Japan,
Kevin Saunderson,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Eden Ahbez,
Rekid,
Bobby Byrd,
Depeche Mode,
Scrapy,
Parry Music,
Mission of Burma,
David Bowie,
JFA,
Blancmange,
Guru Guru,
John Cale,
A Certain Ratio,
Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti.
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.