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 Rwanda 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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the oboe 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 Heavy D & The Boyz to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Lebanon Hanover. All the underground hits.
All Pylon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Holt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aloha Tigers,
Lalo Schifrin,
Black Sheep,
E-Dancer,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Gap Band,
Stetsasonic,
Massinfluence,
Crispian St. Peters,
Minutemen,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Y Pants,
New Age Steppers,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Smiths,
The Walker Brothers,
Bang On A Can,
The Remains,
T. Rex,
Sexual Harrassment,
Q65,
Brand Nubian,
The Last Poets,
Johnny Osbourne,
the Normal,
Tom Boy,
Scott Walker,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Qualms,
The Divine Comedy,
The Residents,
Kerri Chandler,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Dark Day,
The Gladiators,
Funky Four + One,
Cybotron,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Bush Tetras,
Pussy Galore,
Scan 7,
Swans,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Make Up,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Eden Ahbez,
Boogie Down Productions,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Schoolly D,
John Coltrane,
Japan,
Outsiders,
The Victims,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Man Parrish,
Derrick Morgan,
The Busters,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway.
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.