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 Slovakia and from Accra.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 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 Vladislav Delay to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Pussy Galore. All the underground hits.
All Talk Talk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eddi Front record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Graham Central Station record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lyres,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Pere Ubu,
Howard Jones,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Selecter,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Smoke,
Lower 48,
Niagra,
Angry Samoans,
Dual Sessions,
Nirvana,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Toni Rubio,
Barclay James Harvest,
Janne Schatter,
R.M.O.,
Danielle Patucci,
Siglo XX,
the Slits,
Chris & Cosey,
Lebanon Hanover,
Metal Thangz,
Sun City Girls,
The Divine Comedy,
Camouflage,
Aswad,
Vladislav Delay,
Crash Course in Science,
Underground Resistance,
Godley & Creme,
Negative Approach,
Flipper,
Drexciya,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Jacob Miller,
Leonard Cohen,
Isaac Hayes,
Frankie Knuckles,
Mo-Dettes,
The Stooges,
Loose Ends,
Idris Muhammad,
Harpers Bizarre,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Television Personalities,
Audionom,
Wasted Youth,
PIL,
Roger Hodgson,
The Index,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Davy DMX,
Parry Music,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
World's Most,
Alton Ellis,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Derrick May,
Liliput, Liliput, Liliput, Liliput.
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.