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 Burundi and from New York.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the linndrum 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 The Fuzztones to the rap 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 Crash Course in Science. All the underground hits.
All KRS-One tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lyres record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Moebius record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Little Man,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Anakelly,
New York Dolls,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Piero Umiliani,
Blancmange,
Freddie Wadling,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Tomorrow,
the Bar-Kays,
Harry Pussy,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Cecil Taylor,
Technova,
Sonic Youth,
Bang On A Can,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Main Source,
Heaven 17,
Agitation Free,
Vainqueur,
Maleditus Sound,
Lebanon Hanover,
Khruangbin,
Andrew Hill,
Bad Manners,
The Last Poets,
Crash Course in Science,
The Stooges,
Grandmaster Flash,
Quantec,
Eric Dolphy,
The Human League,
Young Marble Giants,
Yellowson,
Fear,
Scratch Acid,
Nils Olav,
The Residents,
Royal Trux,
Soul II Soul,
Stereo Dub,
The Fortunes,
The Grass Roots,
Boredoms,
Eric Copeland,
The Techniques,
Marmalade,
The Sound,
Blossom Toes,
Fatback Band,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Cal Tjader,
The Gladiators,
Tropical Tobacco,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Names,
The Five Americans,
Theoretical Girls,
UT,
The Moody Blues,
The Martian, The Martian, The Martian, The Martian.
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.