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 Columbus.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the güiro 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 Lakeside to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish. All the underground hits.
All Kayak tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Danielle Patucci record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
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 Eyeless In Gaza record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marine Girls,
Quadrant,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Kevin Saunderson,
Rod Modell,
Peter & Gordon,
R.M.O.,
Nils Olav,
Morten Harket,
Barclay James Harvest,
Cecil Taylor,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Jeru the Damaja,
Main Source,
Ice-T,
Terry Callier,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Make Up,
Severed Heads,
The Kinks,
Fugazi,
Talk Talk,
Siglo XX,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Q and Not U,
The Gladiators,
Con Funk Shun,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Ultravox,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Susan Cadogan,
Rapeman,
Underground Resistance,
Crispian St. Peters,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Bad Manners,
Faust,
Marmalade,
the Germs,
Black Pus,
Lucky Dragons,
Can,
Stetsasonic,
The Doobie Brothers,
Groovy Waters,
Inner City,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Franke,
Jerry's Kids,
Terrestrial Tones,
Mantronix,
Crime,
The Dead C,
Grey Daturas,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Grass Roots,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Metal Thangz,
Bronski Beat,
Joey Negro,
Brick,
H. Thieme, H. Thieme, H. Thieme, H. Thieme.
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.