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 Dominican Republic and from Lagos.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the theremin 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 disco 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 ABC. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed & Metallica tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Liliput 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dennis Brown record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Darondo,
Sandy B,
Public Image Ltd.,
Kevin Saunderson,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Masters at Work,
Flamin' Groovies,
Carl Craig,
Rakim,
Stereo Dub,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Ronan,
Hoover,
Suicide,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
AZ,
Interpol,
Terry Callier,
Gang Green,
Wasted Youth,
The Offenders,
Thompson Twins,
Robert Görl,
Trumans Water,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Alarm Clocks,
Rekid,
The Mojo Men,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Leonard Cohen,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Royal Trux,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Subhumans,
Radio Birdman,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Cybotron,
Joe Smooth,
Kenny Larkin,
The Stooges,
David McCallum,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Gabor Szabo,
Echospace,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Seeds,
Amon Düül II,
Crooked Eye,
Black Sheep,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Massinfluence,
The Monks,
The Fortunes,
The Music Machine,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Moebius,
Marmalade,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Intrusion,
John Foxx, John Foxx, John Foxx, John Foxx.
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.