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 Suriname and from Glasgow.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the guitar 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 Major Organ And The Adding Machine to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Bush Tetras. All the underground hits.
All Aaron Thompson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Excepter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rotary Connection,
X-101,
KRS-One,
Radiopuhelimet,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Desert Stars,
Don Cherry,
Gil Scott Heron,
Peter & Gordon,
Johnny Clarke,
Suburban Knight,
Michelle Simonal,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Faraquet,
World's Most,
New York Dolls,
Traffic Nightmare,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Circle Jerks,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Real Kids,
Kerri Chandler,
Howard Jones,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Buckinghams,
DJ Style,
Davy DMX,
The Techniques,
The Seeds,
Nik Kershaw,
The Young Rascals,
Piero Umiliani,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Slits,
the Sonics,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Al Stewart,
Wolf Eyes,
OOIOO,
Camouflage,
Icehouse,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Index,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Detroit Cobras,
Das Ding,
Easy Going,
Cymande,
One Last Wish,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Move,
The Victims,
Shoche,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Young Marble Giants,
Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon.
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.