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 Czech Republic 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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the oboe 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 Golliwogs to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Mad Mike. All the underground hits.
All Marshall Jefferson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Alarm Clocks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 an arpeggiator and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Chris & Cosey record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Crooked Eye,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Half Japanese,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Robert Hood,
Sällskapet,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Television,
Stereo Dub,
Roxette,
The Count Five,
Can,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Remains,
Laurel Aitken,
The United States of America,
Shoche,
Cluster,
Average White Band,
Ponytail,
The Monochrome Set,
Depeche Mode,
Darondo,
The Barracudas,
Pylon,
Warren Ellis,
Al Stewart,
Altered Images,
Pharoah Sanders,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Electric Prunes,
Essential Logic,
Todd Terry,
Liliput,
Little Man,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Magazine,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Matthew Halsall,
The Vogues,
Connie Case,
Idris Muhammad,
Mo-Dettes,
Barrington Levy,
Aloha Tigers,
T.S.O.L.,
Icehouse,
Nation of Ulysses,
Marc Almond,
Slick Rick,
Blancmange,
Soulsonic Force,
The Fall,
The American Breed,
Sun Ra,
the Bar-Kays,
The Dirtbombs,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Pulsallama,
The Smiths,
The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party.
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.