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 Bahrain and from Manila.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 harpsichord 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 the Association to the rock 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 Q65. All the underground hits.
All The Monks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Walker Brothers 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 a synthesizer and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Seeds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Eric Dolphy,
Magma,
Trumans Water,
Leonard Cohen,
Jesper Dahlback,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Inner City,
Quantec,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Prince Buster,
The Raincoats,
Mantronix,
Joey Negro,
Big Daddy Kane,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Dirtbombs,
Faraquet,
The Cowsills,
the Sonics,
Urselle,
Lebanon Hanover,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Ice-T,
Pantaleimon,
Skriet,
The Motions,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Brand Nubian,
Suicide,
The Black Dice,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Surgeon,
Derrick May,
Thompson Twins,
Graham Central Station,
June Days,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Bluetip,
the Bar-Kays,
The Index,
The Velvet Underground,
The Slackers,
Barclay James Harvest,
Scion,
John Cale,
Roxy Music,
Rites of Spring,
Carl Craig,
Cybotron,
The Gladiators,
The Seeds,
The Alarm Clocks,
Lungfish,
Radio Birdman,
Crispian St. Peters,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Kevin Saunderson,
Angry Samoans,
Talk Talk,
Metal Thangz,
The Human League, The Human League, The Human League, The Human League.
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.