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 Brazil and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 clarinet 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 Lightning Bolt to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Arthur Verocai. All the underground hits.
All Matthew Halsall tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Derrick Morgan 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Supertramp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Main Source,
Camouflage,
Michelle Simonal,
Sandy B,
Neil Young,
The Angels of Light,
8 Eyed Spy,
Aaron Thompson,
Jerry's Kids,
Alice Coltrane,
Essential Logic,
Kevin Saunderson,
Thompson Twins,
In Retrospect,
B.T. Express,
Gong,
Nick Fraelich,
Fluxion,
David Bowie,
the Sonics,
The Tremeloes,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Tom Boy,
John Lydon,
Mission of Burma,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Knickerbockers,
Traffic Nightmare,
Harmonia,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Robert Görl,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Gap Band,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Maurizio,
the Soft Cell,
Soft Cell,
Mad Mike,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Spandau Ballet,
PIL,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Sugar Minott,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Henry Cow,
Deepchord,
La Düsseldorf,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Barry Ungar,
Half Japanese,
Surgeon,
The Gories,
Whodini,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Unrelated Segments,
Index,
Cameo,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Oblivians,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Slave,
Sexual Harrassment,
Heaven 17,
Erasure, Erasure, Erasure, Erasure.
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.