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 Peru and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 David Bowie 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 Erasure to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 David Axelrod. All the underground hits.
All Delon & Dalcan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Art Ensemble Of Chicago 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Banda Bassotti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hoover,
Marmalade,
Terry Callier,
Magazine,
Eurythmics,
Derrick Morgan,
Be Bop Deluxe,
10cc,
Tomorrow,
Peter and Kerry,
The Fugs,
Harry Pussy,
Gabor Szabo,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Glenn Branca,
World's Most,
Arthur Verocai,
The Cramps,
Pere Ubu,
L. Decosne,
Gil Scott Heron,
Wire,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Kerri Chandler,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
D'Angelo,
Soft Machine,
Public Enemy,
The Selecter,
Adolescents,
Avey Tare,
Harpers Bizarre,
Pet Shop Boys,
Fela Kuti,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Dawn Penn,
The Knickerbockers,
Derrick May,
The Sonics,
Stiv Bators,
The Doobie Brothers,
Mr. Review,
Mission of Burma,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Infiniti,
Shuggie Otis,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Kaleidoscope,
Tom Boy,
Tubeway Army,
Judy Mowatt,
Rekid,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Skatalites,
Nico,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Skriet,
John Lydon,
Au Pairs,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Brothers Johnson,
The Slackers,
Q and Not U,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse.
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.