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 Samoa and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Magazine to the disco 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 China Crisis. All the underground hits.
All Derrick May tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rites of Spring record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 synthesizer and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nils Olav record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
CMW,
Prince Buster,
World's Most,
Alphaville,
The Detroit Cobras,
Peter & Gordon,
Soul Sonic Force,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Fela Kuti,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Procol Harum,
David Axelrod,
The Music Machine,
D'Angelo,
Theoretical Girls,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Todd Rundgren,
The Index,
Fugazi,
Harmonia,
Sound Behaviour,
The Residents,
Spoonie Gee,
Rosa Yemen,
The Fuzztones,
Bronski Beat,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Fortunes,
The Walker Brothers,
The Moleskins,
Janne Schatter,
Trumans Water,
Khruangbin,
Technova,
Roxy Music,
Echospace,
Hot Snakes,
Radio Birdman,
The Busters,
Derrick Morgan,
The Standells,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Smoke,
the Normal,
ABBA,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Vogues,
Popol Vuh,
Camouflage,
The Remains,
Black Moon,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Golliwogs,
Althea and Donna,
Model 500,
Michelle Simonal,
B.T. Express,
Nico,
Pierre Henry,
Crispian St. Peters,
Saccharine Trust,
The Cure, The Cure, The Cure, The Cure.
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.