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 Albania 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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 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 Faust to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Juan Atkins. All the underground hits.
All Television Personalities tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vainqueur record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skarface record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Saccharine Trust,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Arthur Verocai,
Kas Product,
Bluetip,
Camberwell Now,
Organ,
Frankie Knuckles,
Vladislav Delay,
Roxette,
Lou Reed,
Anakelly,
Barbara Tucker,
Rhythm & Sound,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Alton Ellis,
The Invisible,
Soft Machine,
the Swans,
Lakeside,
Sixth Finger,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Con Funk Shun,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Gladiators,
Goldenarms,
Parry Music,
Wasted Youth,
Janne Schatter,
Skriet,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Evens,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Flipper,
The Skatalites,
Wally Richardson,
Main Source,
Jacques Brel,
John Lydon,
The Mummies,
Mars,
Livin' Joy,
Erykah Badu,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Althea and Donna,
The Real Kids,
Gabor Szabo,
Fela Kuti,
Nico,
Fluxion,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
New York Dolls,
World's Most,
Country Teasers,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Alison Limerick,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Young Marble Giants,
Judy Mowatt,
Bill Near,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters.
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.