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 Australia and from Tehran.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 marimba 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 Roy Ayers to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Kevin Saunderson. All the underground hits.
All 10cc tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DeepChord presents Echospace 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a June of 44 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deepchord,
David Axelrod,
Yaz,
Wasted Youth,
Avey Tare,
Wally Richardson,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Pop Group,
Y Pants,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Radiopuhelimet,
Soft Cell,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Martian,
Ultravox,
Slave,
Rufus Thomas,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Fela Kuti,
Glambeats Corp.,
Goldenarms,
Charles Mingus,
Crispian St. Peters,
Marine Girls,
Mandrill,
Jandek,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Blues Magoos,
Skriet,
Buzzcocks,
Mark Hollis,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Cowsills,
Trumans Water,
Thompson Twins,
Bill Wells,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Infiniti,
Kerrie Biddell,
La Düsseldorf,
Lower 48,
Lalann,
Visage,
Gastr Del Sol,
Ralphi Rosario,
Brand Nubian,
Albert Ayler,
The Black Dice,
Radio Birdman,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Quando Quango,
The Neon Judgement,
Man Eating Sloth,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Black Moon,
Delta 5,
Mars,
MC5,
Ludus,
The Selecter,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Sexual Harrassment,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
June of 44,
Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill.
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.