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 Russia 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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 güiro 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 Harry Pussy to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Quando Quango. All the underground hits.
All Sound Behaviour tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camberwell Now 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tropical Tobacco record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Sight & Sound,
Thompson Twins,
Alice Coltrane,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Gil Scott Heron,
Easy Going,
EPMD,
Eurythmics,
Junior Murvin,
The Fire Engines,
Drexciya,
Pet Shop Boys,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Associates,
Youth Brigade,
Eric Copeland,
Sandy B,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Fluxion,
Hoover,
World's Most,
Echospace,
The Monks,
Popol Vuh,
Hasil Adkins,
Warsaw,
Subhumans,
Nirvana,
Soul II Soul,
Faust,
Moby Grape,
Das Ding,
Skarface,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Ultimate Spinach,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Sexual Harrassment,
Bronski Beat,
Agitation Free,
Half Japanese,
Lyres,
Tres Demented,
Simply Red,
The Toasters,
Prince Buster,
X-102,
Matthew Bourne,
Schoolly D,
Maleditus Sound,
Lakeside,
Barrington Levy,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Darondo,
Kas Product,
David Bowie,
The Litter,
Anakelly,
the Association,
Johnny Clarke,
Boredoms, Boredoms, Boredoms, Boredoms.
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.