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 Uzbekistan and from Mumbai.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Laurel Aitken to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Eden Ahbez. All the underground hits.
All Stiv Bators tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radio Birdman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a OOIOO record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pierre Henry,
The Dead C,
Bauhaus,
Sound Behaviour,
Banda Bassotti,
Franke,
Junior Murvin,
Soulsonic Force,
The Modern Lovers,
Joy Division,
This Heat,
the Human League,
Jeff Mills,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Swell Maps,
Morten Harket,
Iggy Pop,
Amon Düül II,
Agent Orange,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Los Fastidios,
Aswad,
Skriet,
Infiniti,
Ohio Players,
Groovy Waters,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Rakim,
Robert Görl,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Kinks,
Alton Ellis,
Crispy Ambulance,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Man Parrish,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Ralphi Rosario,
Harmonia,
Qualms,
La Düsseldorf,
Delta 5,
Oblivians,
Jacob Miller,
Roxy Music,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
These Immortal Souls,
The Knickerbockers,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Quantec,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Arab on Radar,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Vainqueur,
Faust,
The Human League,
The Buckinghams,
EPMD,
Chris & Cosey,
Tom Boy,
The Fire Engines,
Motorama,
Eric B and Rakim,
Warsaw, Warsaw, Warsaw, Warsaw.
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.