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 Dominica and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Jakarta.
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 snare 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 Country Teasers to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Stereo Dub. All the underground hits.
All Cal Tjader tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blancmange record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 synthesizer and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a T. Rex record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sam Rivers,
Gastr Del Sol,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Lou Christie,
Pet Shop Boys,
Boz Scaggs,
The Five Americans,
The Human League,
These Immortal Souls,
Country Teasers,
The Pop Group,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Joey Negro,
Saccharine Trust,
Godley & Creme,
Gil Scott Heron,
Nik Kershaw,
Rites of Spring,
DJ Style,
Smog,
The Invisible,
Kas Product,
Lou Reed,
Pharoah Sanders,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Amazonics,
The Cowsills,
Metal Thangz,
The Move,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Magazine,
Whodini,
Archie Shepp,
The Monochrome Set,
Moby Grape,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Ponytail,
Donald Byrd,
Barrington Levy,
Slick Rick,
Can,
Darondo,
Vladislav Delay,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Scrapy,
Neil Young,
Slave,
Alton Ellis,
Fatback Band,
Sound Behaviour,
Matthew Halsall,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Gang Green,
Quando Quango,
Scan 7,
The Velvet Underground,
It's A Beautiful Day,
T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L..
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.