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 Angola and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 organ 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 Yaz to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Sun Ra. All the underground hits.
All 48th St. Collective tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Siglo XX record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 a harpsichord and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DJ Sneak record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Zeros,
Hashim,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
a-ha,
The Motions,
Girls At Our Best!,
Eddi Front,
Duran Duran,
The Beau Brummels,
Charles Mingus,
Pharoah Sanders,
Delon & Dalcan,
FM Einheit,
Freddie Wadling,
Al Stewart,
Jandek,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
UT,
Alphaville,
Cheater Slicks,
Funkadelic,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Anthony Braxton,
Easy Going,
Man Parrish,
L. Decosne,
Lakeside,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Main Source,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Sonny Sharrock,
Pierre Henry,
T.S.O.L.,
B.T. Express,
Ornette Coleman,
June of 44,
Khruangbin,
the Association,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Fortunes,
Fear,
Soft Machine,
Silicon Teens,
Monks,
Marvin Gaye,
Banda Bassotti,
X-101,
Sex Pistols,
Audionom,
Yazoo,
Aloha Tigers,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Ultravox,
The Count Five,
Joe Smooth,
Pere Ubu,
Nik Kershaw,
Rotary Connection,
Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring.
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.