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 Iran and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 Lou Reed 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 Hasil Adkins to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Slackers. All the underground hits.
All Camberwell Now tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Parry Music record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camouflage record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Model 500,
Susan Cadogan,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Aloha Tigers,
Hardrive,
Danielle Patucci,
Leonard Cohen,
Suicide,
Lakeside,
Neu!,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Fluxion,
Can,
Sound Behaviour,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Slackers,
Eric Dolphy,
8 Eyed Spy,
Magma,
Metal Thangz,
Fifty Foot Hose,
H. Thieme,
K-Klass,
Jeru the Damaja,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Mo-Dettes,
X-102,
Supertramp,
James White and The Blacks,
Thompson Twins,
Max Romeo,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Pussy Galore,
Echospace,
New Age Steppers,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Laurel Aitken,
The Selecter,
Bauhaus,
Television Personalities,
The Trojans,
Cymande,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Magazine,
Chris Corsano,
Von Mondo,
Peter & Gordon,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Yazoo,
Lalann,
Visage,
New York Dolls,
Spoonie Gee,
Aswad,
Con Funk Shun,
Pere Ubu,
Interpol,
Angry Samoans,
The Grass Roots,
Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim.
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.