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 Austria and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 organ 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 Stereo Dub to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Danielle Patucci. All the underground hits.
All World's Most tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harry Pussy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 a theremin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Carl Craig record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Mr. Review,
Fad Gadget,
Susan Cadogan,
Stereo Dub,
The Red Krayola,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Hoover,
Grauzone,
Sixth Finger,
Joensuu 1685,
A Certain Ratio,
Todd Rundgren,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Reuben Wilson,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Gladiators,
James White and The Blacks,
Liliput,
cv313,
Deepchord,
The Fuzztones,
Eddi Front,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Essential Logic,
EPMD,
The Monochrome Set,
The Durutti Column,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Offenders,
Pantytec,
These Immortal Souls,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Toasters,
Jacques Brel,
The Alarm Clocks,
Danielle Patucci,
Skriet,
Bill Wells,
Throbbing Gristle,
Lyres,
Gabor Szabo,
Tim Buckley,
Kaleidoscope,
the Human League,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Sister Nancy,
Graham Central Station,
FM Einheit,
Lee Hazlewood,
Schoolly D,
Tres Demented,
Oneida,
Make Up,
The Knickerbockers,
Minutemen,
The Associates,
The Litter,
Camouflage,
Accadde A,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Neu!,
Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas.
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.