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 Ghana and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 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 X-102 to the jazz 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 Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo. All the underground hits.
All Au Pairs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeff Mills 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pulsallama record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rapeman,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Doobie Brothers,
Wasted Youth,
Marine Girls,
Ponytail,
Arab on Radar,
Don Cherry,
Hardrive,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Angry Samoans,
Nils Olav,
Marmalade,
The Skatalites,
Faust,
Vainqueur,
Drexciya,
David Bowie,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Grey Daturas,
Tears for Fears,
Patti Smith,
Minor Threat,
Cybotron,
Lindisfarne,
Nirvana,
ABBA,
The Last Poets,
John Holt,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Rakim,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Piero Umiliani,
Maurizio,
Vladislav Delay,
Godley & Creme,
Amon Düül,
Bobby Womack,
The Busters,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Young Rascals,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Harmonia,
Albert Ayler,
Popol Vuh,
Steve Hackett,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Trojans,
the Human League,
Agent Orange,
The Litter,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Lee Hazlewood,
Wire,
Organ,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Gil Scott Heron,
Public Enemy,
Pantaleimon,
Brothers Johnson,
Joey Negro, Joey Negro, Joey Negro, Joey Negro.
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.