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 Korea North and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 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 Television to the rap 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 Wire. All the underground hits.
All Television tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Golliwogs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skaos record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
These Immortal Souls,
Nik Kershaw,
The Walker Brothers,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Velvet Underground,
Public Image Ltd.,
Matthew Bourne,
Freddie Wadling,
Crash Course in Science,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Reuben Wilson,
Matthew Halsall,
Funkadelic,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Pagans,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Brick,
New York Dolls,
Moby Grape,
10cc,
Lou Christie,
Camberwell Now,
Goldenarms,
The Electric Prunes,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Yellowson,
The Fuzztones,
Letta Mbulu,
Kenny Larkin,
The Vogues,
Henry Cow,
Essential Logic,
Dawn Penn,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Flesh Eaters,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Residents,
Ossler,
Glambeats Corp.,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Litter,
Dennis Brown,
Terry Callier,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Tropical Tobacco,
Gang Gang Dance,
Soft Cell,
Susan Cadogan,
CMW,
ABC,
Bootsy Collins,
Cecil Taylor,
L. Decosne,
The Five Americans,
The Monochrome Set,
The United States of America,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Maleditus Sound,
Erykah Badu,
Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills.
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.