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 Swaziland and from Seoul.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the mellotron 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 One Last Wish to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 John Lydon. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Beasts of Bourbon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
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 Bobby Sherman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amazonics,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Ronnie Foster,
Magazine,
Bootsy Collins,
Smog,
Sugar Minott,
Deepchord,
Malaria!,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
La Düsseldorf,
Man Eating Sloth,
Stereo Dub,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Fortunes,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Faraquet,
Infiniti,
John Cale,
Das Ding,
Scion,
June Days,
AZ,
Cheater Slicks,
Carl Craig,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Letta Mbulu,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Searchers,
Gong,
Lucky Dragons,
Technova,
The Dave Clark Five,
Tres Demented,
Nirvana,
Soul Sonic Force,
K-Klass,
Section 25,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Suicide,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Sonics,
Sarah Menescal,
Liliput,
Chris Corsano,
Gerry Rafferty,
Main Source,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Hardrive,
Grauzone,
EPMD,
Rosa Yemen,
Intrusion,
Fela Kuti,
Albert Ayler,
Swell Maps,
Mad Mike,
The Fall,
Public Enemy,
Magma,
David Bowie, David Bowie, David Bowie, David Bowie.
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.