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 Cape Verde and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 theremin 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 Arab on Radar to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Nico. All the underground hits.
All Q and Not U tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dave Clark Five 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gichy Dan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jesper Dahlback,
Alton Ellis,
Warsaw,
Lungfish,
Judy Mowatt,
Bootsy Collins,
Josef K,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Radio Birdman,
Babytalk,
DJ Sneak,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Harmonia,
Davy DMX,
Popol Vuh,
The Red Krayola,
China Crisis,
Anthony Braxton,
Motorama,
Ralphi Rosario,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Kinks,
Flipper,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Moody Blues,
The Offenders,
Smog,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Joe Finger,
Brand Nubian,
T.S.O.L.,
Faust,
Jerry's Kids,
The Slits,
The Misunderstood,
Surgeon,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Gang Starr,
Newcleus,
Maleditus Sound,
Quando Quango,
This Heat,
Cybotron,
Barbara Tucker,
The Last Poets,
Harry Pussy,
Metal Thangz,
Howard Jones,
Rekid,
Radiohead,
Crispian St. Peters,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Index,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Heaven 17,
Black Moon,
Barrington Levy,
Roxette,
Reuben Wilson,
CMW,
The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain.
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.