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 Bahamas 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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Lyon.
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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
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 Symarip to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Faraquet. All the underground hits.
All Marvin Gaye tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Buzzcocks 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Stooges record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nas,
K-Klass,
Glambeats Corp.,
Wings,
Susan Cadogan,
Ken Boothe,
The Mummies,
U.S. Maple,
Gang Gang Dance,
Clear Light,
Letta Mbulu,
Q and Not U,
World's Most,
Wally Richardson,
Unwound,
Bronski Beat,
Heaven 17,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Todd Terry,
Ludus,
The Doobie Brothers,
Infiniti,
Soulsonic Force,
Mary Jane Girls,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
the Germs,
The Walker Brothers,
The Seeds,
Black Bananas,
The Grass Roots,
Bob Dylan,
X-101,
Whodini,
Deadbeat,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Agent Orange,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Oblivians,
Alphaville,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Fortunes,
Underground Resistance,
Magazine,
Mission of Burma,
Cecil Taylor,
The Fugs,
Quadrant,
The J.B.'s,
Henry Cow,
Tears for Fears,
Michelle Simonal,
Gabor Szabo,
Sarah Menescal,
Cymande,
Max Romeo,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Flesh Eaters,
Ice-T,
One Last Wish,
Grandmaster Flash,
The New Christs,
Eli Mardock,
Second Layer, Second Layer, Second Layer, Second Layer.
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.