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 Italy and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Clear Light to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Country Teasers. All the underground hits.
All Wally Richardson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gichy Dan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nik Kershaw record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
A Certain Ratio,
Letta Mbulu,
The Star Department,
Tommy Roe,
New York Dolls,
Hashim,
Wasted Youth,
Wire,
Don Cherry,
Lalo Schifrin,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Simply Red,
Idris Muhammad,
The Skatalites,
Donald Byrd,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Ken Boothe,
Negative Approach,
Roxy Music,
AZ,
Eric Copeland,
Half Japanese,
Urselle,
Kenny Larkin,
Davy DMX,
The Invisible,
Bauhaus,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Talk Talk,
Minnie Riperton,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Altered Images,
Duran Duran,
The Shadows of Knight,
Rapeman,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Althea and Donna,
Harry Pussy,
Tubeway Army,
Make Up,
These Immortal Souls,
Whodini,
Kayak,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Alarm Clocks,
Grey Daturas,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Subhumans,
The Gun Club,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Kevin Saunderson,
Ponytail,
Kool Moe Dee,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Laurel Aitken,
Siglo XX,
The Dave Clark Five,
kango's stein massive,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Faraquet,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
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.