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 Germany and from Milan.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Fat Boys to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Gang Green. All the underground hits.
All John Holt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Star Department record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amazonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
June Days,
The Fall,
Negative Approach,
Wolf Eyes,
Lindisfarne,
8 Eyed Spy,
Marshall Jefferson,
Trumans Water,
Darondo,
Todd Rundgren,
World's Most,
The Cramps,
Scientists,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Black Dice,
Quadrant,
The Mojo Men,
Half Japanese,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Babytalk,
John Holt,
Reuben Wilson,
Warren Ellis,
The Invisible,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Funky Four + One,
Royal Trux,
Mission of Burma,
Bobby Womack,
Bush Tetras,
The Detroit Cobras,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Erykah Badu,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Spoonie Gee,
Second Layer,
Deadbeat,
Isaac Hayes,
Echospace,
John Cale,
Theoretical Girls,
CMW,
Severed Heads,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Cheater Slicks,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Jesper Dahlback,
the Bar-Kays,
Lyres,
Deakin,
Pere Ubu,
Rufus Thomas,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Connie Case,
These Immortal Souls,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Angels of Light,
Panda Bear,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Au Pairs,
Charles Mingus,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Monochrome Set,
T.S.O.L.,
Gang of Four, Gang of Four, Gang of Four, Gang of Four.
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.