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 Belgium and from Tehran.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the linndrum 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 John Coltrane to the rock 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 the Soft Cell. All the underground hits.
All Lakeside tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rhythm & Sound 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pantytec record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DJ Style,
Joensuu 1685,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Lindisfarne,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Robert Görl,
Ultravox,
Wally Richardson,
Excepter,
Amazonics,
Tommy Roe,
The Moleskins,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Marvin Gaye,
Robert Wyatt,
Sex Pistols,
Bang On A Can,
Josef K,
Rekid,
Letta Mbulu,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Music Machine,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Angry Samoans,
Boogie Down Productions,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Malaria!,
Boredoms,
Skarface,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Monks,
kango's stein massive,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Parry Music,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Metal Thangz,
June Days,
Grauzone,
Gong,
Brothers Johnson,
Talk Talk,
Harry Pussy,
the Fania All-Stars,
Rites of Spring,
Radiopuhelimet,
Faust,
Sam Rivers,
Althea and Donna,
Little Man,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Traffic Nightmare,
Leonard Cohen,
Dorothy Ashby,
Infiniti,
Ultra Naté,
8 Eyed Spy,
Goldenarms,
Matthew Halsall,
The Names,
B.T. Express,
Hardrive,
Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles.
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.