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 United Kingdom and from Lille.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 organ 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 The Invisible to the dance 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 Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo. All the underground hits.
All June Days tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gastr Del Sol record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 chamberlin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Bananas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
In Retrospect,
Faust,
Desert Stars,
Ultimate Spinach,
Matthew Halsall,
Swell Maps,
Quando Quango,
Reuben Wilson,
Rod Modell,
Flash Fearless,
Henry Cow,
Liliput,
Sonic Youth,
Davy DMX,
PIL,
Television,
Marcia Griffiths,
Rosa Yemen,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Intrusion,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Severed Heads,
Cybotron,
The Knickerbockers,
Royal Trux,
Sexual Harrassment,
Bill Wells,
The Buckinghams,
Los Fastidios,
Michelle Simonal,
Peter & Gordon,
Heaven 17,
T.S.O.L.,
The Human League,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Leaves,
The Music Machine,
Jeff Lynne,
Colin Newman,
Crash Course in Science,
Stetsasonic,
Gang Starr,
Cheater Slicks,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Massinfluence,
Goldenarms,
Crime,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
David McCallum,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Fluxion,
Parry Music,
Mars,
Barrington Levy,
Gang of Four,
Janne Schatter,
The Cowsills,
Camouflage,
Pantaleimon,
Siglo XX,
Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee.
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.