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 Uzbekistan and from Mumbai.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Copenhagen.
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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
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 Warsaw to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 the Germs. All the underground hits.
All Ralphi Rosario tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ludus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ohio Players record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soul II Soul,
Sparks,
Ituana,
Sandy B,
Swell Maps,
Faust,
Pylon,
Sonny Sharrock,
Godley & Creme,
UT,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Residents,
Magma,
Big Daddy Kane,
Harry Pussy,
Brand Nubian,
Aaron Thompson,
Little Man,
Circle Jerks,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Index,
The Gap Band,
Porter Ricks,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Jeff Lynne,
Skarface,
David McCallum,
Blake Baxter,
Jeff Mills,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Model 500,
Judy Mowatt,
Moss Icon,
The Gladiators,
Absolute Body Control,
The Fall,
Drive Like Jehu,
Johnny Osbourne,
Grey Daturas,
Clear Light,
Skriet,
Wally Richardson,
Television Personalities,
Harpers Bizarre,
Aural Exciters,
Youth Brigade,
Dead Boys,
Boz Scaggs,
Stockholm Monsters,
Susan Cadogan,
A Certain Ratio,
The Misunderstood,
the Association,
H. Thieme,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Maleditus Sound,
Suburban Knight,
The Stooges,
The Names,
Gastr Del Sol,
Grauzone,
Motorama,
Robert Görl, Robert Görl, Robert Görl, Robert Görl.
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.