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 Libya and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the sitar 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 Carl Craig to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Joy Division. All the underground hits.
All The Fugs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crispy Ambulance record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New Order record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Black Sheep,
The Busters,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Electric Prunes,
Don Cherry,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Mummies,
Brothers Johnson,
The Birthday Party,
R.M.O.,
the Bar-Kays,
Inner City,
Byron Stingily,
Barclay James Harvest,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Icehouse,
Pantytec,
The Detroit Cobras,
Arthur Verocai,
Y Pants,
Carl Craig,
Lower 48,
Soul II Soul,
Lightning Bolt,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Eddi Front,
Camberwell Now,
The Cure,
The Real Kids,
Donny Hathaway,
Yazoo,
The Black Dice,
John Holt,
Sixth Finger,
The Fugs,
Sandy B,
Charles Mingus,
MC5,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Gong,
The Gap Band,
Newcleus,
Glambeats Corp.,
Black Pus,
Marcia Griffiths,
LL Cool J,
Wings,
This Heat,
Bluetip,
Blake Baxter,
Pussy Galore,
The Angels of Light,
Tim Buckley,
The Seeds,
Arcadia,
Television,
The Young Rascals,
Blancmange,
Rotary Connection,
Bill Near, Bill Near, Bill Near, Bill Near.
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.