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 Armenia and from Lille.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Glasgow.
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 The Seeds to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Cure. All the underground hits.
All Bob Dylan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scrapy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 clarinet and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DJ Style record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Girls At Our Best!,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Neu!,
Rakim,
The Pop Group,
The Smoke,
AZ,
Yusef Lateef,
the Association,
Youth Brigade,
Stockholm Monsters,
Pantytec,
Bobby Hutcherson,
the Bar-Kays,
Joyce Sims,
Q and Not U,
The Young Rascals,
Sight & Sound,
Qualms,
Eve St. Jones,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Fortunes,
Black Flag,
David McCallum,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Dorothy Ashby,
Reagan Youth,
Ronan,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
CMW,
The Dave Clark Five,
Maurizio,
Zapp,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Nils Olav,
The Associates,
Joe Finger,
Delta 5,
Fugazi,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Aural Exciters,
EPMD,
MC5,
Lightning Bolt,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Grey Daturas,
Pet Shop Boys,
Intrusion,
T. Rex,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Bob Dylan,
Eden Ahbez,
Mo-Dettes,
Hasil Adkins,
Don Cherry,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Yaz,
Junior Murvin,
Scientists,
Moby Grape,
Mars,
Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren.
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.