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 Grenada 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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 John Holt to the dance 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 Black Moon. All the underground hits.
All Brothers Johnson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 marimba and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a LL Cool J record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Move,
Wasted Youth,
Susan Cadogan,
X-101,
In Retrospect,
Kaleidoscope,
A Certain Ratio,
Godley & Creme,
Nik Kershaw,
Donald Byrd,
Amazonics,
Theoretical Girls,
8 Eyed Spy,
Cecil Taylor,
Radiopuhelimet,
Sonic Youth,
The Star Department,
The Birthday Party,
Bob Dylan,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Danielle Patucci,
Scratch Acid,
Panda Bear,
Todd Rundgren,
Yusef Lateef,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Tubeway Army,
Soul II Soul,
Marmalade,
Aural Exciters,
AZ,
Junior Murvin,
a-ha,
T.S.O.L.,
KRS-One,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Underground Resistance,
Rhythm & Sound,
Juan Atkins,
Motorama,
Pet Shop Boys,
DNA,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Ronan,
Simply Red,
Echospace,
Eve St. Jones,
Fat Boys,
Model 500,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Eli Mardock,
Soft Machine,
Blake Baxter,
Al Stewart,
Malaria!,
The Barracudas,
The Standells,
Fear,
Urselle,
Dave Gahan,
Sandy B,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti.
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.