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 Belize and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 Houston and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 arpeggiator 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 DeepChord presents Echospace to the disco 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 Arthur Verocai. All the underground hits.
All Procol Harum tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yusef Lateef 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
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 Gang Gang Dance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nas,
Mars,
Tropical Tobacco,
Archie Shepp,
Roxette,
Buzzcocks,
Black Sheep,
Erykah Badu,
Carl Craig,
Reuben Wilson,
A Certain Ratio,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Sugar Minott,
Symarip,
Eddi Front,
Black Moon,
The Moleskins,
Sarah Menescal,
Amazonics,
Maurizio,
UT,
The Stooges,
Nation of Ulysses,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Danielle Patucci,
Jerry's Kids,
Kool Moe Dee,
Public Image Ltd.,
Althea and Donna,
Monolake,
Unrelated Segments,
Hoover,
Gil Scott Heron,
Boredoms,
Sparks,
Yusef Lateef,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
New Order,
The Walker Brothers,
Shuggie Otis,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Interpol,
Agent Orange,
The Flesh Eaters,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Roger Hodgson,
Stetsasonic,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Easy Going,
The Raincoats,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Man Eating Sloth,
Marine Girls,
Mr. Review,
Arcadia,
Zapp,
The Litter,
The Electric Prunes,
Sandy B, Sandy B, Sandy B, Sandy B.
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.