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 Moldova and from Woodstock.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the sitar 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 Q65 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 Rahsaan Roland Kirk. All the underground hits.
All Accadde A tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Big Daddy Kane 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mission of Burma record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boz Scaggs,
Sam Rivers,
Lebanon Hanover,
Mark Hollis,
Tim Buckley,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Jacques Brel,
Eddi Front,
Bobby Womack,
The Invisible,
Erasure,
The J.B.'s,
Icehouse,
Ossler,
Moebius,
Funkadelic,
Second Layer,
Colin Newman,
Todd Rundgren,
Chris Corsano,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Groovy Waters,
Kerrie Biddell,
Depeche Mode,
Von Mondo,
Morten Harket,
Davy DMX,
The Black Dice,
Wasted Youth,
Kayak,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Fall,
John Holt,
FM Einheit,
Quando Quango,
Gastr Del Sol,
Barry Ungar,
Guru Guru,
Pharoah Sanders,
T.S.O.L.,
X-102,
Bauhaus,
Avey Tare,
Black Bananas,
Ice-T,
David McCallum,
Harmonia,
Yaz,
Isaac Hayes,
Joensuu 1685,
New Order,
Lyres,
Siglo XX,
Joy Division,
Steve Hackett,
The Raincoats,
Sparks,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Derrick Morgan,
Ultra Naté,
Kurtis Blow,
Tres Demented, Tres Demented, Tres Demented, Tres Demented.
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.