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 Colombia and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Winnipeg.
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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band to the grime 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 Sun City Girls. All the underground hits.
All The Electric Prunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harpers Bizarre record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 a synthesizer and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Basic Channel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fort Wilson Riot,
Eurythmics,
The Doors,
Subhumans,
The Cowsills,
Eric Dolphy,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Scan 7,
Camberwell Now,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Beau Brummels,
Minutemen,
Amazonics,
EPMD,
Nas,
Barbara Tucker,
Cluster,
Monks,
Rod Modell,
Frankie Knuckles,
Sun City Girls,
Pharoah Sanders,
Dawn Penn,
Nick Fraelich,
Todd Terry,
FM Einheit,
The Selecter,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Gap Band,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Cure,
Erykah Badu,
Althea and Donna,
the Association,
Sister Nancy,
Black Flag,
Max Romeo,
June Days,
Fela Kuti,
Drive Like Jehu,
Livin' Joy,
Wire,
Thee Headcoats,
Qualms,
the Swans,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Jimmy McGriff,
Brick,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
X-101,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Fugs,
Reuben Wilson,
Babytalk,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Wasted Youth,
Lower 48,
Pet Shop Boys,
Joensuu 1685,
The Raincoats,
Saccharine Trust,
Shoche,
The Dave Clark Five,
Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul.
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.