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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 Lou Reed 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 Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Toasters. All the underground hits.
All JFA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camouflage record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Andrew Hill record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin 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?
Nas,
Main Source,
Pierre Henry,
the Swans,
The Zeros,
Marcia Griffiths,
Boredoms,
One Last Wish,
E-Dancer,
The Smoke,
Television Personalities,
Jacques Brel,
DJ Sneak,
Throbbing Gristle,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Selecter,
Gabor Szabo,
The Electric Prunes,
B.T. Express,
Glambeats Corp.,
Oblivians,
The Move,
Blossom Toes,
Rotary Connection,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Isaac Hayes,
Roger Hodgson,
Erykah Badu,
Derrick Morgan,
Ituana,
China Crisis,
Josef K,
Sonny Sharrock,
Drexciya,
Harpers Bizarre,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Traffic Nightmare,
Adolescents,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Last Poets,
Camouflage,
The Young Rascals,
Gang Green,
Cheater Slicks,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Robert Hood,
Surgeon,
The Doobie Brothers,
Arthur Verocai,
Minor Threat,
Donald Byrd,
The Blackbyrds,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Deadbeat,
Rod Modell,
Popol Vuh,
World's Most,
Cybotron,
Ronan,
Gong, Gong, Gong, Gong.
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.