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 Nauru and from Mumbai.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Lee Hazlewood to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Isaac Hayes. All the underground hits.
All Frankie Knuckles tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cameo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a MDC record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
June Days,
the Association,
DJ Style,
Marcia Griffiths,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Kerrie Biddell,
ABC,
Shoche,
Charles Mingus,
Faraquet,
Scrapy,
The United States of America,
Dennis Brown,
Rekid,
Matthew Halsall,
Parry Music,
Guru Guru,
Prince Buster,
Cymande,
the Swans,
London Community Gospel Choir,
the Normal,
The Gladiators,
Q and Not U,
Matthew Bourne,
Y Pants,
One Last Wish,
Delta 5,
Basic Channel,
Black Sheep,
Glambeats Corp.,
Aloha Tigers,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Skaos,
Sun City Girls,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Star Department,
Crooked Eye,
The Happenings,
John Holt,
Amon Düül,
Don Cherry,
Anakelly,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Names,
Oneida,
Robert Görl,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Donny Hathaway,
Bluetip,
Derrick May,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The New Christs,
Ornette Coleman,
Man Parrish,
Funkadelic,
Lou Christie,
Hardrive,
Au Pairs,
Soul Sonic Force,
DeepChord presents Echospace, DeepChord presents Echospace, DeepChord presents Echospace, DeepChord presents Echospace.
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.