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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Ash Ra Tempel to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Steve Hackett. All the underground hits.
All De La Soul & Jungle Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pierre Henry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 sitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terror Squad Feat. Camron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jimmy McGriff,
Au Pairs,
Porter Ricks,
Blancmange,
Arthur Verocai,
Unwound,
Quantec,
Jesper Dahlback,
Con Funk Shun,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Howard Jones,
Pharoah Sanders,
Flamin' Groovies,
Sarah Menescal,
Sun City Girls,
Sparks,
Nick Fraelich,
The Sonics,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Kinks,
The Buckinghams,
Ohio Players,
Leonard Cohen,
Sound Behaviour,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Stockholm Monsters,
Country Teasers,
Dennis Brown,
Sixth Finger,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Average White Band,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Marshall Jefferson,
Spandau Ballet,
Japan,
Von Mondo,
Roger Hodgson,
Tom Boy,
The Flesh Eaters,
E-Dancer,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Minor Threat,
Sonny Sharrock,
Kerrie Biddell,
Infiniti,
Deepchord,
H. Thieme,
Tears for Fears,
kango's stein massive,
The Gladiators,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Happenings,
CMW,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Erasure,
Lebanon Hanover,
Grey Daturas,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Sällskapet, Sällskapet, Sällskapet, Sällskapet.
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.