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 Burkina 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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Electric Prunes to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Black Sheep. All the underground hits.
All The Knickerbockers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Womack record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Justin Hinds & The Dominoes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gories,
Con Funk Shun,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Black Moon,
Arab on Radar,
Jawbox,
Trumans Water,
Royal Trux,
Joy Division,
David McCallum,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Audionom,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Harmonia,
DJ Style,
Kevin Saunderson,
Funky Four + One,
Accadde A,
the Sonics,
Little Man,
Oneida,
Eurythmics,
E-Dancer,
Toni Rubio,
The Trojans,
Pere Ubu,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Rapeman,
Yaz,
Mr. Review,
the Fania All-Stars,
Don Cherry,
Simply Red,
Peter and Kerry,
Reagan Youth,
Colin Newman,
The Fuzztones,
Robert Hood,
Yellowson,
Moby Grape,
Depeche Mode,
Aural Exciters,
Chris & Cosey,
Marmalade,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Electric Light Orchestra,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Amon Düül II,
Tubeway Army,
KRS-One,
The Sound,
The Beau Brummels,
Lakeside,
Henry Cow,
Drive Like Jehu,
Bad Manners,
The Smoke,
Lyres,
Main Source,
Ornette Coleman,
The Standells,
Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez.
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.