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 Pakistan and from Sao Paulo.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Make Up to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Gang Starr. All the underground hits.
All Symarip tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Connie Case 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cosmic Jokers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Seeds,
Deakin,
Skriet,
June of 44,
The Offenders,
Cal Tjader,
The Tremeloes,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Byron Stingily,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Goldenarms,
Ronnie Foster,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Neon Judgement,
Section 25,
Zero Boys,
Television Personalities,
The Happenings,
Throbbing Gristle,
Spandau Ballet,
The Grass Roots,
June Days,
Lindisfarne,
Royal Trux,
Godley & Creme,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Boogie Down Productions,
Suicide,
Khruangbin,
Maurizio,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Pantytec,
Metal Thangz,
The Stooges,
Public Enemy,
Andrew Hill,
Marc Almond,
The Star Department,
Smog,
The Detroit Cobras,
Crooked Eye,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Angels of Light,
Oneida,
Thompson Twins,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Bob Dylan,
The Pop Group,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Mantronix,
Pussy Galore,
Matthew Halsall,
X-101,
Frankie Knuckles,
Sonic Youth,
Moebius,
Alton Ellis,
Eric Dolphy,
Wire,
Slick Rick,
The Skatalites,
The Electric Prunes,
X-102, X-102, X-102, X-102.
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.