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 Kyrgyzstan and from Delhi.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the organ 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 Eric B and Rakim to the dance 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 Ossler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Unrelated Segments 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Iggy Pop record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ronan,
Prince Buster,
These Immortal Souls,
This Heat,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Lalo Schifrin,
Interpol,
Lyres,
Skaos,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Joensuu 1685,
the Swans,
Isaac Hayes,
Inner City,
John Coltrane,
The Moody Blues,
Roxy Music,
Colin Newman,
Heaven 17,
Faust,
Crispy Ambulance,
Carl Craig,
The Leaves,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Dual Sessions,
Underground Resistance,
Thee Headcoats,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Wake,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Slackers,
Mark Hollis,
Magma,
Eric Copeland,
F. McDonald,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Fugs,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Moebius,
Erykah Badu,
Altered Images,
The Mummies,
The Detroit Cobras,
Scratch Acid,
Con Funk Shun,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Marc Almond,
Porter Ricks,
Q and Not U,
Erasure,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Yazoo,
The Remains,
R.M.O.,
Anakelly,
Bobby Womack,
Zero Boys,
Spandau Ballet,
The Gories,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Deakin,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark.
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.