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 Brunei and from New York.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 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 Funkadelic to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Hashim. All the underground hits.
All Deepchord tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Second Layer 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-Ray Spex record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bizarre Inc.,
Radiopuhelimet,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
New Order,
Byron Stingily,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Trojans,
Little Man,
Guru Guru,
Reuben Wilson,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Faust,
MC5,
World's Most,
The United States of America,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Scott Walker,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Crispy Ambulance,
Rosa Yemen,
Henry Cow,
Lightning Bolt,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Jerry's Kids,
Lalann,
Erasure,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Dave Clark Five,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Gun Club,
Livin' Joy,
Don Cherry,
Lucky Dragons,
Y Pants,
Ituana,
ABBA,
Crime,
Robert Wyatt,
Harry Pussy,
Malaria!,
The Cure,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Be Bop Deluxe,
DJ Sneak,
Archie Shepp,
Easy Going,
Los Fastidios,
Japan,
The Kinks,
Bush Tetras,
Porter Ricks,
Moebius,
R.M.O.,
Inner City,
Susan Cadogan,
Quantec,
Anthony Braxton,
Newcleus,
Black Bananas,
Fat Boys,
Drexciya,
China Crisis, China Crisis, China Crisis, China Crisis.
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.