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 Sudan and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 synthesizer 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 World's Most to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Associates. All the underground hits.
All The Smoke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Teenage Jesus and the Jerks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radio Birdman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wally Richardson,
Rites of Spring,
Joyce Sims,
Ludus,
Brothers Johnson,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Joey Negro,
Mandrill,
Theoretical Girls,
Alison Limerick,
Dark Day,
Bobby Byrd,
Flash Fearless,
Lightning Bolt,
Ultimate Spinach,
Yazoo,
The Sonics,
Bush Tetras,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Khruangbin,
Jeff Lynne,
Aswad,
Yellowson,
K-Klass,
Gong,
Parry Music,
The Electric Prunes,
Radiopuhelimet,
Fear,
Infiniti,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Robert Hood,
Nas,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Moody Blues,
Procol Harum,
Magazine,
Gabor Szabo,
Black Pus,
the Normal,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Albert Ayler,
Roxy Music,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Bronski Beat,
the Germs,
Sister Nancy,
Bobby Womack,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Alice Coltrane,
Isaac Hayes,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Dual Sessions,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
cv313,
Derrick Morgan,
Bad Manners,
Altered Images,
Bizarre Inc.,
Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire.
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.