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 Spain and from Toronto.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 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 Yaz to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Aswad. All the underground hits.
All Sparks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Letta Mbulu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a E-Dancer record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Techniques,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Fatback Band,
Rosa Yemen,
Freddie Wadling,
DNA,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Funkadelic,
Wasted Youth,
Rapeman,
The Human League,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
These Immortal Souls,
Icehouse,
Ultimate Spinach,
Carl Craig,
The Evens,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Sun City Girls,
Mars,
Amon Düül,
Kenny Larkin,
Desert Stars,
The Blues Magoos,
Big Daddy Kane,
Jacques Brel,
Massinfluence,
ABC,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Eric B and Rakim,
Unrelated Segments,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Marmalade,
Swans,
Depeche Mode,
Delta 5,
Quantec,
Jeff Mills,
Con Funk Shun,
Henry Cow,
Gang Gang Dance,
Harmonia,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Gichy Dan,
Zero Boys,
Peter and Kerry,
Shuggie Otis,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Q65,
Bauhaus,
Sound Behaviour,
Cal Tjader,
Anakelly,
Oneida,
Crooked Eye,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Camouflage,
Zapp,
The Doors,
Grauzone, Grauzone, Grauzone, Grauzone.
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.