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 Nepal and from Seoul.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Sneak to the techno 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 Mantronix. All the underground hits.
All Zero Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Don Cherry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a MC5 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soul Sonic Force,
Robert Görl,
Sight & Sound,
Scrapy,
Maleditus Sound,
Dark Day,
Don Cherry,
Reuben Wilson,
Ultravox,
The Neon Judgement,
Max Romeo,
Wings,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Eric B and Rakim,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Arab on Radar,
K-Klass,
Vladislav Delay,
Jandek,
The Misunderstood,
Duran Duran,
Lakeside,
Icehouse,
The Toasters,
Fatback Band,
Young Marble Giants,
Barry Ungar,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Todd Terry,
Babytalk,
The Kinks,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Jacob Miller,
Section 25,
Traffic Nightmare,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Moby Grape,
Kas Product,
Lightning Bolt,
Heaven 17,
Black Flag,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Barracudas,
Kevin Saunderson,
Boz Scaggs,
Curtis Mayfield,
Donny Hathaway,
Matthew Halsall,
Au Pairs,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Stiv Bators,
Lee Hazlewood,
Warren Ellis,
Tears for Fears,
The Five Americans,
Big Daddy Kane,
Supertramp,
Gregory Isaacs,
Boogie Down Productions,
Intrusion, Intrusion, Intrusion, Intrusion.
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.