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 Kosovo and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 harpsichord 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 Model 500 to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Liaisons Dangereuses. All the underground hits.
All Maleditus Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quando Quango record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ajijia Myrayebe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The United States of America,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Dual Sessions,
Cal Tjader,
Stetsasonic,
Eric Dolphy,
Pet Shop Boys,
Alton Ellis,
Oneida,
The Monks,
Fela Kuti,
Arab on Radar,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Donald Byrd,
Kool Moe Dee,
Gregory Isaacs,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Mojo Men,
Erasure,
The Moody Blues,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Fad Gadget,
Qualms,
Severed Heads,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Albert Ayler,
The New Christs,
the Soft Cell,
Motorama,
Organ,
Ornette Coleman,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Move,
Malaria!,
Henry Cow,
Scientists,
Tubeway Army,
Khruangbin,
Youth Brigade,
the Sonics,
Saccharine Trust,
Erykah Badu,
Danielle Patucci,
Marc Almond,
Tomorrow,
Michelle Simonal,
Arthur Verocai,
Inner City,
F. McDonald,
R.M.O.,
Sixth Finger,
Das Ding,
The Walker Brothers,
The Dead C,
Whodini,
The Motions,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Desert Stars,
Outsiders,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
T. Rex, T. Rex, T. Rex, T. Rex.
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.