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 Ukraine and from Madrid.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Mexico City.
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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Harry Pussy to the rap 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 The Flesh Eaters. All the underground hits.
All Gregory Isaacs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Invisible 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radiohead record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Donny Hathaway,
Black Bananas,
the Swans,
Neu!,
X-Ray Spex,
Kurtis Blow,
The Busters,
Siglo XX,
Chris Corsano,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Nik Kershaw,
The Barracudas,
The Associates,
A Certain Ratio,
Subhumans,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Divine Comedy,
The Fugs,
Kerri Chandler,
Prince Buster,
The Red Krayola,
Yaz,
the Fania All-Stars,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Don Cherry,
Marcia Griffiths,
La Düsseldorf,
Josef K,
Roy Ayers,
Pussy Galore,
Unwound,
Dave Gahan,
The Fuzztones,
kango's stein massive,
The Velvet Underground,
Boogie Down Productions,
Hardrive,
The Dead C,
U.S. Maple,
The Alarm Clocks,
Stereo Dub,
The Fortunes,
Black Moon,
Bill Near,
Sam Rivers,
Rufus Thomas,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Junior Murvin,
Max Romeo,
Colin Newman,
The Last Poets,
Kenny Larkin,
Zapp,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Detroit Cobras,
Johnny Clarke,
The Monks,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Cowsills,
the Association,
Morten Harket,
The Mojo Men,
Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685.
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.