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 Swaziland and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Grauzone to the punk 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 Adolescents. All the underground hits.
All Bluetip tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Seeds 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 synthesizer and a clarinet 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 rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
These Immortal Souls,
Kevin Saunderson,
T. Rex,
Unwound,
the Bar-Kays,
the Soft Cell,
Lindisfarne,
Scan 7,
Fluxion,
Ronan,
Tomorrow,
The Sonics,
The Remains,
Fatback Band,
Bill Wells,
Underground Resistance,
Echospace,
The Smiths,
Pylon,
Pierre Henry,
Curtis Mayfield,
Kaleidoscope,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Derrick May,
Jesper Dahlback,
Bill Near,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Cheater Slicks,
Todd Terry,
The Residents,
The Searchers,
Kayak,
T.S.O.L.,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Music Machine,
Aural Exciters,
Bluetip,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Arab on Radar,
Gang Gang Dance,
Morten Harket,
Archie Shepp,
Gastr Del Sol,
F. McDonald,
Glambeats Corp.,
Second Layer,
Siglo XX,
Liliput,
Zapp,
Livin' Joy,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Terrestrial Tones,
B.T. Express,
Nik Kershaw,
Roxy Music,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Kenny Larkin,
Connie Case,
Isaac Hayes,
Niagra,
K-Klass,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis.
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.