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 Cameroon and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Pop Group to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Chris & Cosey. All the underground hits.
All Infiniti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Fania All-Stars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Charles Mingus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Absolute Body Control,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Black Moon,
Grey Daturas,
CMW,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Sonics,
Delon & Dalcan,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Sex Pistols,
Brothers Johnson,
Scientists,
Sparks,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Tomorrow,
Agitation Free,
Crooked Eye,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Angels of Light,
Sam Rivers,
Parry Music,
Electric Prunes,
Skarface,
D'Angelo,
Zero Boys,
Infiniti,
Main Source,
Nirvana,
Rakim,
The Smiths,
Isaac Hayes,
Jawbox,
PIL,
Severed Heads,
Juan Atkins,
Yaz,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Excepter,
The Blackbyrds,
L. Decosne,
John Holt,
Tommy Roe,
Don Cherry,
Ken Boothe,
Pagans,
Robert Görl,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Monolake,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Fela Kuti,
Country Teasers,
Eric B and Rakim,
Deakin,
Reagan Youth,
Quantec,
Tropical Tobacco,
the Normal,
June of 44,
Avey Tare,
The Dead C,
Procol Harum,
Basic Channel, Basic Channel, Basic Channel, Basic Channel.
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.