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 Uzbekistan and from Hong Kong.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Magma to the techno 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 Jesper Dahlback. All the underground hits.
All DJ Style tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Erykah Badu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 chamberlin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ludus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David Axelrod,
Minnie Riperton,
Moss Icon,
The Index,
Public Image Ltd.,
Little Man,
Robert Görl,
Hashim,
Half Japanese,
Black Moon,
Kaleidoscope,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Tears for Fears,
Sight & Sound,
Soft Machine,
Colin Newman,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Jeru the Damaja,
Blancmange,
Harmonia,
Kurtis Blow,
Ultra Naté,
Hardrive,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Buzzcocks,
Neil Young,
Surgeon,
Yusef Lateef,
Quadrant,
Public Enemy,
The Toasters,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Real Kids,
Aloha Tigers,
Television Personalities,
Model 500,
Visage,
cv313,
Howard Jones,
Youth Brigade,
Electric Prunes,
Amon Düül II,
The Doors,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Angels of Light,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Infiniti,
Ponytail,
The Music Machine,
Leonard Cohen,
Lalo Schifrin,
10cc,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Joe Finger,
Derrick Morgan,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Groovy Waters,
Hot Snakes,
The Fire Engines,
Altered Images,
Mad Mike,
Liliput,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family.
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.