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 Romania and from Hong Kong.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Shanghai.
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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 David McCallum. All the underground hits.
All Skarface tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pole 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kerrie Biddell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Pole,
Stetsasonic,
Lakeside,
Sarah Menescal,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
EPMD,
The Kinks,
Franke,
Donny Hathaway,
Lower 48,
Arcadia,
Erasure,
Aural Exciters,
Gil Scott Heron,
Skaos,
Hot Snakes,
Grandmaster Flash,
Spoonie Gee,
AZ,
Nirvana,
Howard Jones,
PIL,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Nik Kershaw,
T.S.O.L.,
Little Man,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Outsiders,
Ronan,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Minutemen,
The Gories,
Delta 5,
Dennis Brown,
Derrick May,
Supertramp,
Japan,
Mission of Burma,
LL Cool J,
Sound Behaviour,
Kenny Larkin,
Blossom Toes,
Reagan Youth,
Von Mondo,
Mo-Dettes,
Harpers Bizarre,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
DNA,
Arthur Verocai,
The Flesh Eaters,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Wake,
The Golliwogs,
Joyce Sims,
Black Moon,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Terrestrial Tones,
Peter and Kerry,
Josef K,
FM Einheit,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
F. McDonald,
Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt.
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.