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 Japan and from Lagos.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Toronto.
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 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 Janne Schatter to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Sunsets and Hearts. All the underground hits.
All Piero Umiliani tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Absolute Body Control record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pharoah Sanders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cabaret Voltaire,
Moebius,
Eric B and Rakim,
Gabor Szabo,
X-102,
Underground Resistance,
Saccharine Trust,
Sonic Youth,
Sixth Finger,
Rosa Yemen,
Visage,
Pole,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Robert Wyatt,
Dead Boys,
Morten Harket,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
H. Thieme,
Pantytec,
Banda Bassotti,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Pulsallama,
New Order,
In Retrospect,
Yellowson,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Sonny Sharrock,
Supertramp,
Gastr Del Sol,
Gang of Four,
Colin Newman,
The Dead C,
Dave Gahan,
Fat Boys,
Crispy Ambulance,
Joyce Sims,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
London Community Gospel Choir,
FM Einheit,
Shoche,
Ralphi Rosario,
Das Ding,
Black Bananas,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Mojo Men,
The Beau Brummels,
Loose Ends,
Gil Scott Heron,
Godley & Creme,
Easy Going,
Brass Construction,
Peter & Gordon,
Los Fastidios,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Massinfluence,
Faraquet,
Todd Rundgren,
Pharoah Sanders,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
These Immortal Souls,
Trumans Water,
Eric Copeland,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight.
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.