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 Singapore and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Marvin Gaye to the techno 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 Ornette Coleman. All the underground hits.
All Basic Channel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Swans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 theremin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a ABBA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Henry Cow,
Idris Muhammad,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Porter Ricks,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Sonic Youth,
Traffic Nightmare,
Chris & Cosey,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Blackbyrds,
Newcleus,
Loose Ends,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Marine Girls,
Ronnie Foster,
The Black Dice,
Gastr Del Sol,
Rotary Connection,
Morten Harket,
Shoche,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Moss Icon,
Negative Approach,
The Angels of Light,
Jeff Mills,
John Cale,
Index,
In Retrospect,
Wolf Eyes,
Radio Birdman,
Faraquet,
Ultravox,
Anthony Braxton,
The Cramps,
Deepchord,
Robert Hood,
Donny Hathaway,
Groovy Waters,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Jacob Miller,
Sonny Sharrock,
Organ,
Janne Schatter,
The Evens,
Ken Boothe,
Wasted Youth,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Ultimate Spinach,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Harry Pussy,
David McCallum,
Ponytail,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Fela Kuti,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Franke,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
the Swans,
Spandau Ballet,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Cybotron, Cybotron, Cybotron, Cybotron.
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.