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 Denmark and from Accra.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 harpsichord 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 Deakin to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Ronnie Foster. All the underground hits.
All Yaz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Germs 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lakeside record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crispy Ambulance,
Mad Mike,
Eddi Front,
Television Personalities,
Bobby Byrd,
Radio Birdman,
AZ,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Sonics,
The Happenings,
The Saints,
Inner City,
Blancmange,
The Detroit Cobras,
Neu!,
Arab on Radar,
Pierre Henry,
EPMD,
Peter and Kerry,
Delon & Dalcan,
Echospace,
Eurythmics,
Bill Near,
Eli Mardock,
Reuben Wilson,
Godley & Creme,
Mars,
The Mummies,
Jandek,
Clear Light,
the Association,
Animal Collective,
Wasted Youth,
Dark Day,
Sun City Girls,
Fela Kuti,
The Blues Magoos,
Unrelated Segments,
The Gories,
The Slackers,
Faraquet,
Prince Buster,
Wolf Eyes,
Ituana,
The Real Kids,
Stiv Bators,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Fat Boys,
Howard Jones,
The Young Rascals,
Roy Ayers,
Ronan,
Scan 7,
Kevin Saunderson,
D'Angelo,
Ludus,
Ronnie Foster,
Flamin' Groovies,
cv313,
The Five Americans,
The Gun Club,
Tomorrow, Tomorrow, Tomorrow, Tomorrow.
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.