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 Korea South and from Spokane.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Nik Kershaw to the punk 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 Tropical Tobacco. All the underground hits.
All The Electric Prunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yusef Lateef 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a R.M.O. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Carl Craig,
Liliput,
Hardrive,
X-101,
Nik Kershaw,
Gang of Four,
Letta Mbulu,
Throbbing Gristle,
Bluetip,
Pharoah Sanders,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Dave Gahan,
Procol Harum,
Brand Nubian,
The Cure,
Alphaville,
Fear,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Knickerbockers,
Sam Rivers,
Roy Ayers,
Babytalk,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Radio Birdman,
UT,
Pylon,
Gang Starr,
The Modern Lovers,
Boredoms,
Young Marble Giants,
The American Breed,
One Last Wish,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Busters,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Wally Richardson,
The Gladiators,
Hot Snakes,
The Misunderstood,
The Kinks,
Barbara Tucker,
The Doobie Brothers,
Rapeman,
Johnny Clarke,
New Order,
Aural Exciters,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Angry Samoans,
Leonard Cohen,
Juan Atkins,
Connie Case,
Chris Corsano,
Pole,
Rod Modell,
Slick Rick,
Joyce Sims,
Moby Grape,
Harmonia,
Peter & Gordon,
Anthony Braxton,
Index,
The Motions,
Matthew Bourne,
Country Teasers,
The Victims, The Victims, The Victims, The Victims.
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.