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 Tuvalu and from Woodstock.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 The Black Dice to the funk 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 Leonard Cohen. All the underground hits.
All Glenn Branca tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Essential Logic 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lyres record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fat Boys,
Gang Gang Dance,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
One Last Wish,
DJ Sneak,
The Monks,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Isaac Hayes,
Shuggie Otis,
Roxette,
The Electric Prunes,
Marc Almond,
The Blackbyrds,
The Fire Engines,
MC5,
Sex Pistols,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Dennis Brown,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Aswad,
Sonny Sharrock,
Gastr Del Sol,
H. Thieme,
The Doobie Brothers,
Agitation Free,
Big Daddy Kane,
Deadbeat,
Stiv Bators,
UT,
Robert Wyatt,
Con Funk Shun,
Echospace,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Scion,
Arthur Verocai,
Dawn Penn,
Bizarre Inc.,
the Soft Cell,
Thee Headcoats,
The Neon Judgement,
Shoche,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Duran Duran,
Barclay James Harvest,
X-102,
PIL,
Sam Rivers,
L. Decosne,
Model 500,
OOIOO,
Lee Hazlewood,
Aloha Tigers,
Spandau Ballet,
Joensuu 1685,
Grauzone,
The Searchers,
Nik Kershaw,
Youth Brigade,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Vladislav Delay,
10cc,
Robert Hood,
The Selecter, The Selecter, The Selecter, The Selecter.
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.