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 Slovakia and from Lagos.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 ABBA to the dance 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 Rekid. All the underground hits.
All Althea and Donna tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brand Nubian 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a UT record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Kerrie Biddell,
Delta 5,
The Smoke,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Sonic Youth,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Althea and Donna,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Michelle Simonal,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Bobby Byrd,
Interpol,
Lower 48,
Yaz,
Todd Rundgren,
ABC,
Oneida,
Joyce Sims,
Faraquet,
Stetsasonic,
Steve Hackett,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Monks,
kango's stein massive,
Radiopuhelimet,
Sugar Minott,
D'Angelo,
Banda Bassotti,
Skarface,
Oblivians,
The Five Americans,
The Sonics,
KRS-One,
Graham Central Station,
Amon Düül II,
John Coltrane,
The Gories,
Make Up,
DJ Sneak,
Don Cherry,
The Real Kids,
Pussy Galore,
The Buckinghams,
Fat Boys,
Gil Scott Heron,
Mark Hollis,
Magma,
the Germs,
The Cure,
Newcleus,
Wire,
Man Parrish,
The Shadows of Knight,
Kenny Larkin,
Mission of Burma,
The New Christs,
Carl Craig,
Visage,
Shoche,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Kas Product, Kas Product, Kas Product, Kas Product.
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.