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 United States and from Cairo.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Q and Not U to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Litter. All the underground hits.
All Teenage Jesus and the Jerks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Detroit Cobras record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Pylon,
The Blackbyrds,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Golliwogs,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Buzzcocks,
Wire,
Carl Craig,
Pole,
Sun Ra,
Procol Harum,
Eli Mardock,
the Normal,
Young Marble Giants,
Dark Day,
New York Dolls,
The Victims,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Sonny Sharrock,
Make Up,
Hasil Adkins,
Judy Mowatt,
Rekid,
Animal Collective,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Trojans,
Roxette,
Brothers Johnson,
Newcleus,
Donald Byrd,
Kool Moe Dee,
Lou Reed,
Johnny Clarke,
The Sonics,
The Neon Judgement,
Lungfish,
John Cale,
John Foxx,
The Fugs,
The Monochrome Set,
The Doobie Brothers,
Robert Görl,
Peter and Kerry,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Harmonia,
Pharoah Sanders,
Danielle Patucci,
Fear,
In Retrospect,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Black Pus,
Sexual Harrassment,
John Holt,
The Index,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
DJ Style,
Idris Muhammad,
Bad Manners,
Blancmange, Blancmange, Blancmange, Blancmange.
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.