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 Brunei and from Lille.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 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 Country Teasers to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Public Image Ltd.. All the underground hits.
All Maleditus Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Beau Brummels 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Desert Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Los Fastidios,
Ludus,
Surgeon,
The Vogues,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Shuggie Otis,
The Dead C,
David Axelrod,
Bill Wells,
Robert Hood,
CMW,
Yellowson,
The Fall,
Masters at Work,
Boz Scaggs,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Ronan,
Yazoo,
Cecil Taylor,
Prince Buster,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Erasure,
The Young Rascals,
ABBA,
The Seeds,
This Heat,
Ten City,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Tom Boy,
Pierre Henry,
Minnie Riperton,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Lalann,
Cameo,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Amazonics,
Moebius,
Roger Hodgson,
Funky Four + One,
Michelle Simonal,
Glenn Branca,
Stetsasonic,
the Association,
Essential Logic,
The Red Krayola,
Tubeway Army,
Trumans Water,
The Leaves,
Graham Central Station,
James White and The Blacks,
Archie Shepp,
Eli Mardock,
Outsiders,
The Invisible,
Marvin Gaye,
cv313,
The Evens,
Rhythm & Sound,
Leonard Cohen,
Qualms,
The Offenders,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth.
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.