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 Jordan and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 clarinet 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 Alice Coltrane to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 UT. All the underground hits.
All Circle Jerks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chrome record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Clear Light record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
FM Einheit,
The Count Five,
Mo-Dettes,
DNA,
Pantytec,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Angry Samoans,
Marcia Griffiths,
Visage,
the Normal,
Lyres,
Cecil Taylor,
Fad Gadget,
Aaron Thompson,
Eden Ahbez,
Yusef Lateef,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Isaac Hayes,
Technova,
Boogie Down Productions,
Monolake,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Toasters,
E-Dancer,
Parry Music,
Make Up,
Arab on Radar,
The Alarm Clocks,
K-Klass,
The Star Department,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Moss Icon,
Deakin,
Wally Richardson,
Erykah Badu,
Gang Green,
Maurizio,
Radiopuhelimet,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Slick Rick,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Rakim,
Bad Manners,
John Coltrane,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Man Parrish,
The Fall,
The Shadows of Knight,
Gang Gang Dance,
Masters at Work,
Darondo,
These Immortal Souls,
The Black Dice,
AZ,
Hoover,
Country Joe & The Fish,
DJ Sneak,
Faraquet,
Wings,
Yaz,
Matthew Bourne,
Skaos, Skaos, Skaos, Skaos.
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.