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 Ireland and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 marimba 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 The Durutti Column to the rock 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 Scratch Acid. All the underground hits.
All Gong tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Todd Rundgren record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a China Crisis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Misunderstood,
Davy DMX,
The Moody Blues,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Divine Comedy,
Skarface,
Ronnie Foster,
Nico,
Mars,
OOIOO,
Joensuu 1685,
Tommy Roe,
Fear,
The Slackers,
Maleditus Sound,
Crispian St. Peters,
Quantec,
Tubeway Army,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Jesper Dahlback,
Patti Smith,
Rekid,
Deakin,
Yusef Lateef,
Lyres,
A Certain Ratio,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Pere Ubu,
The Black Dice,
The Techniques,
The Alarm Clocks,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Last Poets,
Bobby Byrd,
Soft Machine,
Pantytec,
Masters at Work,
Barbara Tucker,
Visage,
Procol Harum,
Erasure,
Archie Shepp,
Sister Nancy,
Amazonics,
Janne Schatter,
The Fire Engines,
Buzzcocks,
The Index,
The Angels of Light,
Eric Dolphy,
Magma,
Easy Going,
Rufus Thomas,
The Grass Roots,
Lucky Dragons,
Country Teasers,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Newcleus,
Gabor Szabo,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Eric B and Rakim,
Oneida,
The Victims,
Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones.
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.