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 Saudi Arabia and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and New York.
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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 PIL to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Robert Hood. All the underground hits.
All Vaughan Mason & Crew tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moebius 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 a guitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun City Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yusef Lateef,
Amazonics,
Metal Thangz,
The Walker Brothers,
Kerri Chandler,
Jandek,
Jesper Dahlback,
Lebanon Hanover,
Tres Demented,
Stiv Bators,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Associates,
Soft Machine,
Cluster,
Lalo Schifrin,
David McCallum,
Charles Mingus,
Roger Hodgson,
Black Bananas,
Zero Boys,
Cal Tjader,
Camberwell Now,
Lee Hazlewood,
Henry Cow,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Rekid,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Circle Jerks,
Minnie Riperton,
Marine Girls,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Oneida,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Boredoms,
Judy Mowatt,
Royal Trux,
Brick,
The Selecter,
48th St. Collective,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Sällskapet,
Banda Bassotti,
The Electric Prunes,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Ossler,
Wally Richardson,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Con Funk Shun,
The Grass Roots,
Peter & Gordon,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Swell Maps,
Newcleus,
Terry Callier,
Pantytec,
Soulsonic Force,
Thompson Twins,
Steve Hackett,
DJ Style,
Ornette Coleman,
Ituana, Ituana, Ituana, Ituana.
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.