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 Nigeria and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Stereo Dub to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Blossom Toes. All the underground hits.
All Arthur Verocai tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Graham Central Station record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Suicide record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeff Mills,
Sonny Sharrock,
Jimmy McGriff,
China Crisis,
Robert Wyatt,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Derrick May,
Brand Nubian,
Altered Images,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Joe Finger,
Youth Brigade,
kango's stein massive,
Johnny Clarke,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Monolake,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Bill Near,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Barry Ungar,
Colin Newman,
The Offenders,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Walker Brothers,
PIL,
The Real Kids,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
cv313,
The Monks,
Nick Fraelich,
H. Thieme,
Arthur Verocai,
48th St. Collective,
OOIOO,
Radio Birdman,
Josef K,
Thee Headcoats,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Hot Snakes,
The J.B.'s,
Public Image Ltd.,
Sällskapet,
Tim Buckley,
Blake Baxter,
Franke,
Nico,
Barbara Tucker,
Gong,
Pere Ubu,
FM Einheit,
Reagan Youth,
Blancmange,
Jesper Dahlback,
Donald Byrd,
John Foxx,
The Standells,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Ossler,
Con Funk Shun,
Japan,
Mission of Burma,
Toni Rubio,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams.
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.