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 Morocco and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 harpsichord 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 Sonny Sharrock to the techno 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 Mandrill. All the underground hits.
All Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every In Retrospect record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Judy Mowatt,
Von Mondo,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Camouflage,
Zapp,
Talk Talk,
Livin' Joy,
The Detroit Cobras,
Derrick May,
B.T. Express,
Basic Channel,
Jeff Mills,
Television Personalities,
Bauhaus,
Lee Hazlewood,
Yaz,
The Associates,
10cc,
Girls At Our Best!,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Trojans,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Stetsasonic,
Y Pants,
Gichy Dan,
Mark Hollis,
Fear,
Ituana,
The Star Department,
Chris & Cosey,
Scratch Acid,
Bad Manners,
June of 44,
The Vogues,
The Alarm Clocks,
the Sonics,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Surgeon,
Buzzcocks,
Magazine,
Motorama,
Alphaville,
The Techniques,
Pierre Henry,
Crispy Ambulance,
Gang of Four,
Sister Nancy,
kango's stein massive,
Kerri Chandler,
Alice Coltrane,
Albert Ayler,
Minny Pops,
Sun Ra,
Barrington Levy,
Sight & Sound,
Mantronix,
Soul II Soul,
Terrestrial Tones,
The United States of America,
Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust.
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.