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 Angola and from Glasgow.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and London.
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 marimba 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 Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch to the funk 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 Duran Duran. All the underground hits.
All L. Decosne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gong 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Searchers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wolf Eyes,
Rosa Yemen,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Arab on Radar,
OOIOO,
Groovy Waters,
Metal Thangz,
Scion,
Gang Starr,
B.T. Express,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Jawbox,
Kevin Saunderson,
Johnny Clarke,
Sixth Finger,
Aaron Thompson,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Dead Boys,
Cheater Slicks,
Althea and Donna,
Lower 48,
Gastr Del Sol,
Shuggie Otis,
Reagan Youth,
Sister Nancy,
Freddie Wadling,
The Blackbyrds,
Newcleus,
JFA,
The Detroit Cobras,
Cal Tjader,
Niagra,
Joyce Sims,
Al Stewart,
Jesper Dahlback,
Adolescents,
Swell Maps,
Gong,
Electric Prunes,
PIL,
Hardrive,
Mary Jane Girls,
Wire,
Gang Green,
Absolute Body Control,
Harry Pussy,
Alice Coltrane,
the Association,
Von Mondo,
The Mojo Men,
The American Breed,
June Days,
The Sound,
the Normal,
Echospace,
Main Source,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Bobby Womack,
Brand Nubian,
Sound Behaviour,
Monolake, Monolake, Monolake, Monolake.
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.