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 Romania and from Tehran.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 sitar 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 Sly & The Family Stone to the funk 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 The American Breed. All the underground hits.
All Gabor Szabo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fela Kuti 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stiv Bators record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Leonard Cohen,
New Order,
Minnie Riperton,
Mary Jane Girls,
Smog,
ABC,
Sixth Finger,
Mo-Dettes,
Dawn Penn,
Pantaleimon,
Don Cherry,
Colin Newman,
Funky Four + One,
Simply Red,
Kayak,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Circle Jerks,
Crime,
Pole,
Rapeman,
Kerri Chandler,
Dark Day,
The Moody Blues,
John Cale,
Flipper,
This Heat,
The Vogues,
Model 500,
Whodini,
The New Christs,
Ken Boothe,
New York Dolls,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Buckinghams,
Lebanon Hanover,
Nas,
Drive Like Jehu,
Amon Düül II,
The Wake,
Das Ding,
Loose Ends,
Subhumans,
Sun City Girls,
James White and The Blacks,
Glenn Branca,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
FM Einheit,
Marmalade,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Bang On A Can,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The J.B.'s,
Lalann,
Silicon Teens,
Maleditus Sound,
Darondo,
Bizarre Inc.,
Bootsy Collins,
Carl Craig,
Pharoah Sanders,
Ponytail,
Sound Behaviour,
Terrestrial Tones,
cv313, cv313, cv313, cv313.
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.