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 Kazakhstan and from Hong Kong.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Sonics to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Carl Craig. All the underground hits.
All Sun Ra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hardrive 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Drexciya record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Aural Exciters,
Ossler,
The Trojans,
Angry Samoans,
The Victims,
Andrew Hill,
Dennis Brown,
Deakin,
Janne Schatter,
The Slits,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Leonard Cohen,
Sparks,
Crispy Ambulance,
Morten Harket,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Minnie Riperton,
Nils Olav,
Loose Ends,
Howard Jones,
Hoover,
Godley & Creme,
Q and Not U,
Brass Construction,
The Buckinghams,
The Walker Brothers,
Absolute Body Control,
Kerri Chandler,
ABC,
Crooked Eye,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Ultravox,
Circle Jerks,
Scott Walker,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Boogie Down Productions,
Albert Ayler,
The Mojo Men,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Searchers,
Scrapy,
Mantronix,
The Seeds,
Qualms,
The Angels of Light,
Deepchord,
John Holt,
Joyce Sims,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Five Americans,
Audionom,
Neu!,
Rod Modell,
Joey Negro,
The Selecter,
Hasil Adkins,
Jesper Dahlback,
Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway.
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.