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 Indonesia and from Johannesburg.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 linndrum 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 Lyres to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Golliwogs. All the underground hits.
All Larry & the Blue Notes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Q and Not U record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rapeman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Gichy Dan,
Scan 7,
Girls At Our Best!,
Gil Scott Heron,
Cybotron,
Wings,
Q65,
The Litter,
Nico,
Popol Vuh,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Gang Green,
Johnny Osbourne,
Lee Hazlewood,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Pop Group,
Public Image Ltd.,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Fugs,
Agitation Free,
Ultimate Spinach,
Ponytail,
L. Decosne,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Curtis Mayfield,
Marmalade,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Black Sheep,
Nirvana,
Hashim,
Minnie Riperton,
Bluetip,
X-102,
Fear,
Ronan,
Bob Dylan,
Grauzone,
T.S.O.L.,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Arthur Verocai,
Arcadia,
Minny Pops,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Negative Approach,
The Skatalites,
Con Funk Shun,
Spoonie Gee,
Danielle Patucci,
Motorama,
Pierre Henry,
Harpers Bizarre,
Gerry Rafferty,
Babytalk,
Loose Ends,
Roxy Music,
Skarface,
Amon Düül II,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras.
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.