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 Bulgaria and from Lyon.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 guitar 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 Sexual Harrassment to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Ludus. All the underground hits.
All The Black Dice tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Electric Prunes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Shoche record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mr. Review,
Marvin Gaye,
Marine Girls,
Jacob Miller,
Television Personalities,
Darondo,
Boredoms,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Sam Rivers,
The Gap Band,
June Days,
Mo-Dettes,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Black Dice,
Scott Walker,
Fluxion,
JFA,
Lee Hazlewood,
Dual Sessions,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
June of 44,
the Soft Cell,
Vainqueur,
John Lydon,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Little Man,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Dorothy Ashby,
Kayak,
Faust,
Ultra Naté,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Wally Richardson,
Mark Hollis,
Rapeman,
Isaac Hayes,
Funky Four + One,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Seeds,
Bronski Beat,
UT,
Interpol,
Connie Case,
Moby Grape,
Todd Terry,
Public Image Ltd.,
Eli Mardock,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Angry Samoans,
Henry Cow,
DJ Style,
The J.B.'s,
This Heat,
Masters at Work,
Babytalk,
L. Decosne,
Can,
Ken Boothe,
The Human League,
Severed Heads,
Deakin,
Vladislav Delay,
Magma,
Pylon, Pylon, Pylon, Pylon.
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.