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 Dominica and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 spring reverb 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 John Holt to the techno 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 Mantronix. All the underground hits.
All Charles Mingus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every A Certain Ratio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Green record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cal Tjader,
Carl Craig,
Anakelly,
Janne Schatter,
Skarface,
Visage,
Prince Buster,
Black Flag,
Robert Wyatt,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Pagans,
Lightning Bolt,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Avey Tare,
Television Personalities,
Gil Scott Heron,
LL Cool J,
Slick Rick,
Soft Machine,
The Human League,
Mr. Review,
Brass Construction,
Bill Near,
Ten City,
Colin Newman,
Sight & Sound,
Public Image Ltd.,
Oneida,
Ultra Naté,
Charles Mingus,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Tomorrow,
Danielle Patucci,
Matthew Bourne,
The Electric Prunes,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Tim Buckley,
D'Angelo,
The Zeros,
The Residents,
Unwound,
Delta 5,
Aswad,
Metal Thangz,
the Normal,
Scan 7,
Ice-T,
The Invisible,
Niagra,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
ABBA,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Leaves,
Steve Hackett,
Ultravox,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
X-Ray Spex,
Jesper Dahlback,
Bobby Byrd,
Chrome,
Audionom,
Roxy Music,
Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay.
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.