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 Belgium and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 Donald Fagen 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 Quando Quango to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Walker Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Beasts of Bourbon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minor Threat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Erykah Badu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultravox,
the Fania All-Stars,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Ohio Players,
The Star Department,
Black Sheep,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Sun City Girls,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Gastr Del Sol,
Main Source,
Yusef Lateef,
Dual Sessions,
Sparks,
Quantec,
Grauzone,
X-Ray Spex,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Young Marble Giants,
John Lydon,
Max Romeo,
Fatback Band,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Pop Group,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Vogues,
E-Dancer,
DJ Style,
China Crisis,
Nation of Ulysses,
Mark Hollis,
Zapp,
Tom Boy,
Roxy Music,
Shuggie Otis,
Fad Gadget,
Talk Talk,
Harry Pussy,
Index,
Ponytail,
B.T. Express,
the Human League,
Rod Modell,
The Trojans,
Joe Finger,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Neil Young,
Nik Kershaw,
Ludus,
Cybotron,
The Last Poets,
Andrew Hill,
The Moody Blues,
Underground Resistance,
X-101,
New Order,
Bill Near,
Bobby Womack,
Quadrant,
Anthony Braxton,
Unrelated Segments,
Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye.
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.