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 France and from Madrid.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
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 Alice Coltrane to the punk 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 The Move. All the underground hits.
All The Gladiators tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Be Bop Deluxe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 an oboe and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Danielle Patucci record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soft Machine,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Bizarre Inc.,
Derrick May,
Metal Thangz,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Symarip,
Letta Mbulu,
The Slits,
Avey Tare,
Excepter,
Animal Collective,
Yusef Lateef,
John Cale,
The Stooges,
Juan Atkins,
Cymande,
The Remains,
Ludus,
Desert Stars,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
the Germs,
Rapeman,
Infiniti,
The Victims,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Magma,
The Walker Brothers,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Traffic Nightmare,
Lou Christie,
Jandek,
Gang of Four,
Inner City,
Wasted Youth,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Divine Comedy,
T. Rex,
Camberwell Now,
Eric B and Rakim,
Neu!,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Curtis Mayfield,
Quantec,
The Fire Engines,
Jimmy McGriff,
48th St. Collective,
Soul II Soul,
The Doobie Brothers,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Tropical Tobacco,
Skaos,
Danielle Patucci,
Lungfish,
Delon & Dalcan,
Wire,
Flipper,
Tom Boy, Tom Boy, Tom Boy, Tom Boy.
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.