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 Tunisia and from Seoul.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Gang Gang Dance to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Soft Cell. All the underground hits.
All X-101 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soul Sonic Force record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 an arpeggiator and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sexual Harrassment record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sexual Harrassment,
Vainqueur,
The Doobie Brothers,
AZ,
Don Cherry,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Saints,
Derrick May,
Dave Gahan,
Harmonia,
Barrington Levy,
Audionom,
Idris Muhammad,
The Dead C,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Toni Rubio,
Hardrive,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Happenings,
Howard Jones,
Eve St. Jones,
Visage,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
New Order,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Nas,
Thompson Twins,
Buzzcocks,
Boogie Down Productions,
Marshall Jefferson,
Agent Orange,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Eden Ahbez,
Boredoms,
Aaron Thompson,
Sun City Girls,
Heaven 17,
The Sonics,
Q65,
Fluxion,
Ken Boothe,
Ultra Naté,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Fatback Band,
Easy Going,
Juan Atkins,
Ultimate Spinach,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Joey Negro,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Anthony Braxton,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Offenders,
Anakelly,
Nirvana,
Scott Walker,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Thee Headcoats,
Franke,
Piero Umiliani,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers.
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.