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 Panama and from Stockholm.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Q and Not U to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Camouflage. All the underground hits.
All Tubeway Army tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang of Four record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 theremin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobbi Humphrey record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
June of 44,
Marshall Jefferson,
Alphaville,
Don Cherry,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Happenings,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Excepter,
Connie Case,
Kerrie Biddell,
Von Mondo,
Roxy Music,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Pere Ubu,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Glenn Branca,
Interpol,
Surgeon,
Sight & Sound,
Grauzone,
Tres Demented,
Nation of Ulysses,
K-Klass,
Throbbing Gristle,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Amon Düül II,
Faraquet,
Warsaw,
Lyres,
Adolescents,
Con Funk Shun,
Young Marble Giants,
Metal Thangz,
Sound Behaviour,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Pantytec,
Ice-T,
Bill Wells,
Isaac Hayes,
Steve Hackett,
The Selecter,
Gastr Del Sol,
Rekid,
The Index,
The Toasters,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Minnie Riperton,
Faust,
Essential Logic,
T.S.O.L.,
Lungfish,
Junior Murvin,
48th St. Collective,
Scion,
The Blackbyrds,
Chrome,
Stereo Dub,
Oneida,
Radiopuhelimet,
Amazonics, Amazonics, Amazonics, Amazonics.
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.