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 United States and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 oboe 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 Blancmange to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Easy Going. All the underground hits.
All Mandrill 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Royal Trux record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rotary Connection,
This Heat,
Cymande,
Alphaville,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Sugar Minott,
Von Mondo,
Ken Boothe,
Rapeman,
Janne Schatter,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Motions,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
John Cale,
Franke,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Techniques,
Slick Rick,
Bill Near,
Basic Channel,
The Knickerbockers,
Quadrant,
Delta 5,
U.S. Maple,
Ultra Naté,
Darondo,
Boz Scaggs,
Joensuu 1685,
Gang of Four,
Wire,
cv313,
Scientists,
the Bar-Kays,
Khruangbin,
MC5,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Grass Roots,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Chris Corsano,
the Sonics,
Dorothy Ashby,
Depeche Mode,
The Pretty Things,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Martian,
The Invisible,
Marcia Griffiths,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Crash Course in Science,
Q65,
The Remains,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Deakin,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Skriet,
Unrelated Segments,
Model 500,
Leonard Cohen,
Morten Harket,
Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach.
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.