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 Macedonia and from Stockholm.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Q65 to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Glambeats Corp.. All the underground hits.
All Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gerry Rafferty 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Monolake record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
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,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Neil Young,
Neu!,
The Happenings,
Los Fastidios,
The Count Five,
Black Sheep,
Johnny Clarke,
Swell Maps,
Quadrant,
John Foxx,
Depeche Mode,
Prince Buster,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Amon Düül,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Robert Wyatt,
The Gap Band,
Radiohead,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Beau Brummels,
Faust,
Bronski Beat,
Junior Murvin,
Sun City Girls,
the Slits,
Technova,
Brothers Johnson,
48th St. Collective,
Zero Boys,
Soft Machine,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Minnie Riperton,
Ten City,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Golliwogs,
The Durutti Column,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Slits,
Harpers Bizarre,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Faraquet,
Franke,
Piero Umiliani,
The Raincoats,
DJ Sneak,
The Real Kids,
Susan Cadogan,
The Searchers,
The Gories,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Pussy Galore,
Nick Fraelich,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Scrapy,
Nirvana, Nirvana, Nirvana, Nirvana.
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.