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 Guyana and from Paris.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Eyeless In Gaza to the funk 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 Colin Newman. All the underground hits.
All The Seeds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marine Girls 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alice Coltrane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Alarm Clocks,
The Fuzztones,
Popol Vuh,
Howard Jones,
Wasted Youth,
Monks,
Wings,
Liliput,
Dark Day,
Oneida,
Marvin Gaye,
Minutemen,
Jeff Lynne,
Colin Newman,
The American Breed,
Matthew Bourne,
Accadde A,
David McCallum,
Delta 5,
Newcleus,
Throbbing Gristle,
L. Decosne,
EPMD,
Nico,
Quando Quango,
Chris & Cosey,
Trumans Water,
The Martian,
Pylon,
Magma,
The New Christs,
Qualms,
Jacques Brel,
Barbara Tucker,
Nas,
Jeru the Damaja,
DNA,
Johnny Osbourne,
Bobby Womack,
FM Einheit,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Remains,
Alice Coltrane,
Tom Boy,
Goldenarms,
Cheater Slicks,
Faraquet,
the Germs,
Q and Not U,
Ituana,
China Crisis,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Parry Music,
The Tremeloes,
Jerry's Kids,
Intrusion,
Adolescents,
Dennis Brown,
Procol Harum,
Gang Starr, Gang Starr, Gang Starr, Gang Starr.
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.