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 Denmark and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Jandek to the dance 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 Swell Maps. All the underground hits.
All Underground Resistance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Glambeats Corp. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Suburban Knight record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tres Demented,
Funky Four + One,
The Moleskins,
Rapeman,
The United States of America,
Hashim,
Marshall Jefferson,
Bad Manners,
The Mojo Men,
Country Teasers,
Boz Scaggs,
Cymande,
Khruangbin,
Ohio Players,
Soft Cell,
The Blues Magoos,
Camouflage,
Electric Prunes,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Doors,
The Sound,
Minor Threat,
Lou Reed,
Ossler,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Isaac Hayes,
Jeff Mills,
The Motions,
Suicide,
Funkadelic,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Sex Pistols,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Ronnie Foster,
Terry Callier,
Soulsonic Force,
Gang Green,
Youth Brigade,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
the Germs,
Radio Birdman,
David McCallum,
Nik Kershaw,
June Days,
Fluxion,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Scientists,
Sarah Menescal,
Thompson Twins,
Sister Nancy,
Reagan Youth,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Techniques,
Mandrill,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Babytalk,
Max Romeo,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Sonic Youth,
Roger Hodgson,
the Human League,
Quando Quango,
Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim.
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.