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 Israel and from Sao Paulo.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 harpsichord 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 Anakelly to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Little Man. All the underground hits.
All Hoover tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Be Bop Deluxe 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Livin' Joy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Frankie Knuckles,
Mo-Dettes,
Toni Rubio,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Tomorrow,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Remains,
Inner City,
Unrelated Segments,
X-Ray Spex,
Guru Guru,
Marc Almond,
Neu!,
The Moody Blues,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Eli Mardock,
The American Breed,
Ronnie Foster,
Gang Green,
The New Christs,
The Knickerbockers,
The Trojans,
Man Parrish,
Yazoo,
The Shadows of Knight,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Essential Logic,
Liliput,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Funky Four + One,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Raincoats,
Swell Maps,
Terry Callier,
Bobby Byrd,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Bobby Womack,
Matthew Halsall,
Can,
Johnny Clarke,
Robert Görl,
Crime,
The Music Machine,
Boredoms,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Grauzone,
The Cramps,
Man Eating Sloth,
Underground Resistance,
Eden Ahbez,
Alton Ellis,
kango's stein massive,
Yaz,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Barbara Tucker,
Grandmaster Flash,
Country Teasers,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
F. McDonald,
The Fall,
Stetsasonic,
Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc..
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.