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 Venezuela and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 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 The Litter to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Fluxion. All the underground hits.
All Sandy B tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amon Düül record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grey Daturas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stetsasonic,
Crash Course in Science,
Anakelly,
Trumans Water,
Electric Prunes,
R.M.O.,
Pantytec,
The Five Americans,
Eric Copeland,
The Pretty Things,
Lightning Bolt,
Ronnie Foster,
David Axelrod,
Procol Harum,
Lalo Schifrin,
Josef K,
Oblivians,
Q65,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Neu!,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Neon Judgement,
Shoche,
The Monochrome Set,
Bob Dylan,
Parry Music,
E-Dancer,
Intrusion,
Rakim,
Eric B and Rakim,
Angry Samoans,
Ultra Naté,
Tomorrow,
the Sonics,
Colin Newman,
Pulsallama,
DJ Style,
In Retrospect,
Todd Terry,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Grandmaster Flash,
Barry Ungar,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Henry Cow,
The Litter,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Ossler,
Bill Wells,
Supertramp,
Cecil Taylor,
Fluxion,
Throbbing Gristle,
La Düsseldorf,
Eden Ahbez,
The Leaves,
The Birthday Party,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Metal Thangz,
Scrapy,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Invisible,
AZ, AZ, AZ, AZ.
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.