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 Nicaragua and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 harpsichord 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 Sun City Girls to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Newcleus. All the underground hits.
All Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Almond 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Massinfluence record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Banda Bassotti,
Wire,
New Order,
Popol Vuh,
Anakelly,
Agitation Free,
Alton Ellis,
Camberwell Now,
The Angels of Light,
Ice-T,
Marshall Jefferson,
Pierre Henry,
the Bar-Kays,
Gang Gang Dance,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Motions,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Theoretical Girls,
Jeru the Damaja,
Neu!,
Wasted Youth,
The Gun Club,
The Sonics,
AZ,
Leonard Cohen,
Tres Demented,
H. Thieme,
Mad Mike,
Lucky Dragons,
Ituana,
Tomorrow,
The Misunderstood,
Matthew Halsall,
The Busters,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Model 500,
Slick Rick,
Wally Richardson,
Stereo Dub,
U.S. Maple,
Underground Resistance,
The Fall,
Black Pus,
DNA,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Ludus,
Jacques Brel,
Suburban Knight,
T.S.O.L.,
Ultra Naté,
Television Personalities,
Tommy Roe,
Carl Craig,
Nils Olav,
Spoonie Gee,
Sam Rivers,
the Association,
Wings, Wings, Wings, Wings.
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.