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 Kuwait and from Hong Kong.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Leonard Cohen to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Mad Mike. All the underground hits.
All The Fire Engines tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rekid record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cybotron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Carl Craig,
Rapeman,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Dorothy Ashby,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Kinks,
The Dave Clark Five,
Patti Smith,
Mantronix,
Zapp,
The Doobie Brothers,
Barry Ungar,
Crispy Ambulance,
Alice Coltrane,
The Skatalites,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
the Normal,
kango's stein massive,
The Martian,
Matthew Halsall,
Minnie Riperton,
Ralphi Rosario,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Happenings,
Blake Baxter,
The Remains,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Real Kids,
Sonny Sharrock,
Morten Harket,
Heaven 17,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Massinfluence,
Maleditus Sound,
Cybotron,
The Index,
Arab on Radar,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Sound Behaviour,
Black Moon,
MDC,
The Gap Band,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Gregory Isaacs,
Soft Machine,
Cecil Taylor,
Country Teasers,
Stiv Bators,
Johnny Osbourne,
Mark Hollis,
Radiohead,
Bill Near,
Amon Düül II,
Tubeway Army,
Barclay James Harvest,
Joensuu 1685,
Stereo Dub,
Organ,
Grauzone,
Jesper Dahlback,
Los Fastidios,
F. McDonald,
Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire.
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.