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 Fiji and from Calgary.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 Blake Baxter to the techno 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 The Jesus and Mary Chain. All the underground hits.
All Intrusion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Iggy Pop record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 an arpeggiator and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Young Marble Giants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Real Kids,
Khruangbin,
Neu!,
Thee Headcoats,
Gong,
Ken Boothe,
Cymande,
Marvin Gaye,
Index,
Neil Young,
Livin' Joy,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Make Up,
The Misunderstood,
New Order,
Depeche Mode,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Scrapy,
The Fuzztones,
Crispy Ambulance,
Letta Mbulu,
David McCallum,
Fela Kuti,
Mandrill,
KRS-One,
Suburban Knight,
the Association,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Sonic Youth,
Michelle Simonal,
Skaos,
Pet Shop Boys,
Von Mondo,
Yaz,
New York Dolls,
X-102,
Drive Like Jehu,
Cecil Taylor,
Amazonics,
Dual Sessions,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Jimmy McGriff,
Rosa Yemen,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Scott Walker,
The Residents,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Monochrome Set,
The Techniques,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Frankie Knuckles,
Monks,
Quando Quango,
Infiniti,
Rakim,
The Raincoats,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Fall,
Zero Boys,
Scientists,
Roger Hodgson,
The United States of America,
Curtis Mayfield,
LL Cool J, LL Cool J, LL Cool J, LL Cool J.
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.