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 Guinea and from Mexico City.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the theremin 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 Clear Light to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 L. Decosne. All the underground hits.
All Tropical Tobacco tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New York Dolls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marmalade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kevin Saunderson,
The Monks,
The Fall,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Camouflage,
Roxette,
Dual Sessions,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Wings,
Spandau Ballet,
Matthew Halsall,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Cheater Slicks,
Bill Wells,
The Angels of Light,
OOIOO,
The Gladiators,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Marshall Jefferson,
Aural Exciters,
Electric Light Orchestra,
CMW,
Joyce Sims,
Severed Heads,
John Coltrane,
Gil Scott Heron,
Ossler,
Brothers Johnson,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Lou Christie,
Amon Düül,
Royal Trux,
Soul II Soul,
JFA,
Massinfluence,
Bootsy Collins,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Howard Jones,
Patti Smith,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Happenings,
Jacques Brel,
The Pop Group,
Accadde A,
The Victims,
Make Up,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Smiths,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Joe Smooth,
Faust,
Rekid,
This Heat,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Robert Görl,
Babytalk,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Talk Talk,
Blake Baxter,
Liliput,
The Leaves,
Cymande, Cymande, Cymande, Cymande.
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.