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 Pakistan and from Accra.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Electric Light Orchestra to the punk 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 Harry Pussy. All the underground hits.
All Kerri Chandler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brick 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roy Ayers Ubiquity record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neu!,
The Walker Brothers,
Bronski Beat,
Visage,
Nico,
Joensuu 1685,
Liliput,
Sixth Finger,
Das Ding,
The Monks,
Cybotron,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Faust,
Peter and Kerry,
L. Decosne,
Pantytec,
Tim Buckley,
Man Parrish,
Kerri Chandler,
Accadde A,
Barclay James Harvest,
Cheater Slicks,
Aswad,
Agent Orange,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Icehouse,
Essential Logic,
Archie Shepp,
Rites of Spring,
Babytalk,
Aloha Tigers,
Lower 48,
Youth Brigade,
Scrapy,
Robert Görl,
Gil Scott Heron,
Magma,
The Misunderstood,
Von Mondo,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Barracudas,
Outsiders,
Minny Pops,
The Gun Club,
Dark Day,
The Fuzztones,
Basic Channel,
Soulsonic Force,
Joey Negro,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Scott Walker,
Ponytail,
John Foxx,
The Techniques,
CMW,
Prince Buster,
Chris & Cosey,
Todd Terry,
DJ Style, DJ Style, DJ Style, DJ Style.
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.