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 Costa Rica and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Glasgow.
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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Ludus to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Zeros. All the underground hits.
All Scott Walker + Sunn O))) tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crash Course in Science record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Golliwogs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flash Fearless,
Derrick Morgan,
Brick,
Morten Harket,
The Dirtbombs,
T.S.O.L.,
The Mummies,
CMW,
Royal Trux,
The Skatalites,
Magazine,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Litter,
Aural Exciters,
The Gories,
Joe Finger,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Gang Green,
The Selecter,
Sun Ra,
Eurythmics,
Dave Gahan,
Junior Murvin,
Cameo,
Dennis Brown,
The Flesh Eaters,
Man Eating Sloth,
Avey Tare,
The Sound,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Misunderstood,
Ronnie Foster,
Bauhaus,
Marc Almond,
Lyres,
Maurizio,
The Fuzztones,
The Cowsills,
The Searchers,
Nico,
Soulsonic Force,
Carl Craig,
Funkadelic,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Terrestrial Tones,
John Foxx,
Make Up,
Isaac Hayes,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Mandrill,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Saints,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Frankie Knuckles,
Marshall Jefferson,
Harpers Bizarre,
Sarah Menescal,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Kas Product,
June of 44,
Hasil Adkins,
The Gladiators, The Gladiators, The Gladiators, The Gladiators.
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.