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 Ethiopia and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 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 DJ Style to the techno 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 Lindisfarne. All the underground hits.
All Donald Byrd tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Buzzcocks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 snare and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aloha Tigers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Boogie Down Productions,
Surgeon,
K-Klass,
Skriet,
the Slits,
The Dead C,
The Pretty Things,
Nils Olav,
Q65,
Rod Modell,
Donny Hathaway,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Nirvana,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The New Christs,
Gang of Four,
Massinfluence,
Sixth Finger,
Inner City,
Altered Images,
Babytalk,
The Cowsills,
The Smiths,
Silicon Teens,
The Count Five,
Lakeside,
The Names,
Deepchord,
Avey Tare,
Interpol,
Tim Buckley,
Harry Pussy,
Lebanon Hanover,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Pharoah Sanders,
Skarface,
Frankie Knuckles,
Animal Collective,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Flesh Eaters,
The United States of America,
Trumans Water,
Youth Brigade,
Eric B and Rakim,
Sparks,
Lungfish,
Lyres,
Alton Ellis,
The Offenders,
Rosa Yemen,
Robert Wyatt,
Amazonics,
Television Personalities,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Doors,
Rapeman,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster.
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.