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 Namibia and from Toronto.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Hardrive to the techno 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 Amazonics. All the underground hits.
All Excepter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gap Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Angels of Light & Akron/Family record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Flesh Eaters,
Monks,
The Human League,
Ohio Players,
Pierre Henry,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
This Heat,
Sun City Girls,
Easy Going,
Lee Hazlewood,
Index,
The Index,
Terrestrial Tones,
Sister Nancy,
Rotary Connection,
T. Rex,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Skriet,
Yellowson,
Freddie Wadling,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Tom Boy,
Public Enemy,
The Doobie Brothers,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
John Lydon,
The United States of America,
Ken Boothe,
Second Layer,
Siglo XX,
Matthew Halsall,
the Fania All-Stars,
Deakin,
Todd Rundgren,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Eric Copeland,
Albert Ayler,
The Selecter,
Big Daddy Kane,
the Swans,
The Monks,
Mandrill,
Lou Christie,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Ultra Naté,
The Last Poets,
Eric B and Rakim,
Faust,
Cecil Taylor,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Joe Finger,
kango's stein massive,
The Dead C,
Derrick Morgan,
The Music Machine,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Cluster,
Das Ding,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Grass Roots,
The Fall,
Maurizio,
Trumans Water, Trumans Water, Trumans Water, Trumans Water.
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.