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 Korea South and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Lagos.
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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Lalann to the disco 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 Kool G Rap & DJ Polo. All the underground hits.
All Soulsonic Force tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeff Mills record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Siglo XX record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Last Poets,
Audionom,
Eden Ahbez,
The Detroit Cobras,
Dorothy Ashby,
Terrestrial Tones,
Dave Gahan,
Silicon Teens,
Chrome,
Hasil Adkins,
The Pretty Things,
The Fuzztones,
Scan 7,
Khruangbin,
The Slits,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Black Dice,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Wire,
Tom Boy,
Camouflage,
Jeff Lynne,
Moby Grape,
Skarface,
The Pop Group,
Black Sheep,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Harmonia,
The Fugs,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Mars,
Stiv Bators,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Juan Atkins,
Franke,
Joensuu 1685,
Judy Mowatt,
Skaos,
Crime,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Laurel Aitken,
Agitation Free,
Symarip,
Joe Smooth,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Lower 48,
Chris & Cosey,
David McCallum,
Bang On A Can,
Lou Reed,
Royal Trux,
The Motions,
AZ,
Los Fastidios,
The Happenings,
Nik Kershaw,
Groovy Waters,
Ultra Naté,
Aaron Thompson,
Niagra,
Depeche Mode,
Don Cherry, Don Cherry, Don Cherry, Don Cherry.
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.