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 Bahrain and from Tokyo.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 harpsichord 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 The Standells to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Marvin Gaye. All the underground hits.
All Be Bop Deluxe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Frankie Knuckles record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Doors,
Fort Wilson Riot,
In Retrospect,
H. Thieme,
Vladislav Delay,
The Litter,
Kenny Larkin,
Rakim,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Subhumans,
Don Cherry,
Derrick May,
Brothers Johnson,
Rosa Yemen,
Fluxion,
The Motions,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Davy DMX,
The Saints,
Sun City Girls,
Can,
Hoover,
Pierre Henry,
Pagans,
Rhythm & Sound,
Erasure,
Sex Pistols,
Cameo,
The Cure,
Pulsallama,
Juan Atkins,
Half Japanese,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Amon Düül,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Guru Guru,
The Gladiators,
The Human League,
Shoche,
Quando Quango,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Black Moon,
Flipper,
Groovy Waters,
Oblivians,
Camberwell Now,
Bootsy Collins,
Lalann,
Maurizio,
Gang Green,
Scott Walker,
Average White Band,
Sarah Menescal,
Bang On A Can,
CMW,
Mo-Dettes,
Slick Rick,
Tom Boy,
The Birthday Party,
Angry Samoans,
John Holt,
Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken.
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.