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 Uganda and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Winnipeg.
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 spring reverb 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 June Days to the electroclash 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 Bobby Byrd. All the underground hits.
All Royal Trux tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Smog record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Magma record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
JFA,
Gang Green,
The Fall,
Yusef Lateef,
Arab on Radar,
Sex Pistols,
This Heat,
Letta Mbulu,
Harmonia,
Sandy B,
The Sound,
The Human League,
June of 44,
Isaac Hayes,
The Stooges,
Organ,
Flipper,
DNA,
Dorothy Ashby,
Robert Görl,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Electric Prunes,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Thompson Twins,
Country Teasers,
Aaron Thompson,
R.M.O.,
Lightning Bolt,
Gil Scott Heron,
AZ,
Cluster,
Mark Hollis,
Lou Reed,
The Knickerbockers,
Fugazi,
Frankie Knuckles,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Barclay James Harvest,
Royal Trux,
Graham Central Station,
June Days,
Bob Dylan,
Surgeon,
Rapeman,
E-Dancer,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Little Man,
Y Pants,
The Moody Blues,
Tommy Roe,
The Slits,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Scion,
Barbara Tucker,
Warsaw,
Sam Rivers,
Kaleidoscope,
Wire,
Aloha Tigers,
Black Pus,
Echospace,
Marmalade,
Boz Scaggs,
Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet.
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.