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 Zimbabwe and from Mumbai.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the güiro 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 Soul Sonic Force to the rock 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 John Cale. All the underground hits.
All June of 44 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pantytec record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Urselle record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dorothy Ashby,
Toni Rubio,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Arthur Verocai,
The Young Rascals,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Cecil Taylor,
DJ Sneak,
Crispy Ambulance,
David Axelrod,
June Days,
Funky Four + One,
Girls At Our Best!,
Morten Harket,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Monks,
The Fire Engines,
Joey Negro,
Ornette Coleman,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Cure,
Prince Buster,
Charles Mingus,
Can,
Cybotron,
Erykah Badu,
The Gun Club,
X-Ray Spex,
The Vogues,
The Index,
Man Eating Sloth,
Aswad,
Ronan,
Robert Wyatt,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Fear,
Babytalk,
The Sound,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Quantec,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Angels of Light,
Ponytail,
Marine Girls,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Nick Fraelich,
Half Japanese,
Amon Düül II,
Negative Approach,
Drexciya,
The Birthday Party,
Banda Bassotti,
Pantytec,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Sarah Menescal,
Swell Maps,
Duran Duran,
Radio Birdman,
Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis, Warren 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.