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 Armenia and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 David Bowie 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 Ornette Coleman to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Roy Ayers. All the underground hits.
All Schoolly D tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Morten Harket record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Liliput record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Qualms,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Agent Orange,
48th St. Collective,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Tres Demented,
Organ,
Pierre Henry,
The Pretty Things,
Joe Smooth,
Boredoms,
Goldenarms,
Rod Modell,
Maurizio,
the Association,
DNA,
Chrome,
Connie Case,
The Trojans,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Spandau Ballet,
John Holt,
Darondo,
Gichy Dan,
Mary Jane Girls,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Sex Pistols,
The Evens,
Roy Ayers,
Sam Rivers,
Freddie Wadling,
MDC,
Letta Mbulu,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Yellowson,
Theoretical Girls,
Shuggie Otis,
Pharoah Sanders,
Rites of Spring,
H. Thieme,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
U.S. Maple,
Skaos,
Big Daddy Kane,
Archie Shepp,
Wolf Eyes,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Stooges,
Sonny Sharrock,
Jerry's Kids,
The Sound,
Henry Cow,
Ohio Players,
Ponytail,
Peter and Kerry,
Byron Stingily,
Scientists,
Cybotron,
The Misunderstood,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine.
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.