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 Tuvalu and from New York.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 organ 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 Tomorrow to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Ronan. All the underground hits.
All Brass Construction tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Manfred Mann's Earth Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 an oboe and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Pop Group record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Symarip,
Flash Fearless,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Soulsonic Force,
The Seeds,
Lightning Bolt,
Nico,
Quadrant,
Rod Modell,
Circle Jerks,
Amon Düül II,
The Red Krayola,
Joensuu 1685,
Glambeats Corp.,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
EPMD,
Shoche,
Banda Bassotti,
The Golliwogs,
Rotary Connection,
The United States of America,
Robert Görl,
Bob Dylan,
Dennis Brown,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
the Human League,
Kerri Chandler,
Alice Coltrane,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Kevin Saunderson,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Fear,
Ultravox,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Avey Tare,
Ken Boothe,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Associates,
Dark Day,
Dave Gahan,
Gregory Isaacs,
H. Thieme,
Warren Ellis,
Zapp,
Rhythm & Sound,
Simply Red,
Fat Boys,
Cheater Slicks,
Spoonie Gee,
KRS-One,
MC5,
Wolf Eyes,
Lungfish,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Los Fastidios,
Wally Richardson,
Crispian St. Peters,
Lakeside,
Toni Rubio,
Malaria!,
Make Up,
Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose.
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.