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 Liechtenstein and from Paris.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Neil Young & Crazy Horse to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Cosmic Jokers. All the underground hits.
All Janne Schatter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every L. Decosne 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Subhumans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crispian St. Peters,
Marshall Jefferson,
Theoretical Girls,
Au Pairs,
Josef K,
Panda Bear,
Eddi Front,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Delon & Dalcan,
Urselle,
Howard Jones,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Saints,
Sam Rivers,
Amon Düül,
The United States of America,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Dennis Brown,
One Last Wish,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Bobby Sherman,
John Holt,
Kevin Saunderson,
Jeff Lynne,
Sällskapet,
Porter Ricks,
Mission of Burma,
Lalann,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Severed Heads,
The Birthday Party,
The Invisible,
Parry Music,
Bauhaus,
Yusef Lateef,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Smiths,
The Associates,
Erykah Badu,
A Certain Ratio,
Ronnie Foster,
FM Einheit,
kango's stein massive,
Gichy Dan,
Judy Mowatt,
June of 44,
Johnny Clarke,
Ossler,
Fluxion,
the Soft Cell,
Faraquet,
Radiopuhelimet,
Ken Boothe,
Bob Dylan,
Crispy Ambulance,
Ituana,
Rhythm & Sound,
Eric Dolphy,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Mojo Men,
Clear Light,
Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers.
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.