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 Armenia and from Stockholm.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Royal Family And The Poor to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Count Five. All the underground hits.
All John Cale tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every CMW record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 rhodes and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marshall Jefferson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Saccharine Trust,
Surgeon,
Flipper,
The Selecter,
Altered Images,
The United States of America,
X-Ray Spex,
Ultimate Spinach,
Curtis Mayfield,
Animal Collective,
The Trojans,
Newcleus,
The Modern Lovers,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Delon & Dalcan,
David McCallum,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Quadrant,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Crispian St. Peters,
Bluetip,
Kas Product,
Kevin Saunderson,
Harpers Bizarre,
Tomorrow,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Qualms,
Livin' Joy,
Moss Icon,
Wasted Youth,
Procol Harum,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Bronski Beat,
Sonny Sharrock,
Soft Cell,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Marc Almond,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
John Foxx,
Amazonics,
The Birthday Party,
Lower 48,
Make Up,
Can,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Sugar Minott,
Nils Olav,
The Techniques,
The Divine Comedy,
The Fortunes,
Eric Copeland,
The Cure,
Davy DMX,
Jandek,
Janne Schatter,
The Seeds,
Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne.
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.