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 Uganda and from Halifax.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 organ 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 Pylon to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Black Dice. All the underground hits.
All Monolake tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ronnie Foster record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Guru Guru record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harry Pussy,
John Foxx,
Brand Nubian,
cv313,
Scott Walker,
Brothers Johnson,
DJ Style,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Mo-Dettes,
Sexual Harrassment,
Shuggie Otis,
Los Fastidios,
Icehouse,
Derrick Morgan,
Blossom Toes,
Soft Machine,
10cc,
Nils Olav,
Circle Jerks,
Scan 7,
E-Dancer,
Spoonie Gee,
Charles Mingus,
Bad Manners,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Cecil Taylor,
Massinfluence,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Nas,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Gun Club,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Remains,
Amon Düül II,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Wolf Eyes,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Victims,
Crime,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
David Bowie,
Kurtis Blow,
Make Up,
Jeff Mills,
New Order,
AZ,
H. Thieme,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Barbara Tucker,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Johnny Osbourne,
Subhumans,
Bobby Sherman,
Q and Not U,
Sam Rivers,
Bobby Womack,
Mr. Review,
T. Rex,
Swell Maps, Swell Maps, Swell Maps, Swell Maps.
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.