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 Mozambique and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 sitar 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 Marc Almond to the jazz 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 Darondo. All the underground hits.
All Maurizio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dirtbombs 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rahsaan Roland Kirk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
PIL,
June Days,
Nils Olav,
Ornette Coleman,
Jandek,
Beasts of Bourbon,
John Cale,
Cybotron,
The Doors,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Talk Talk,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Steve Hackett,
Ultravox,
Con Funk Shun,
the Human League,
Loose Ends,
Flamin' Groovies,
Scion,
Eve St. Jones,
Jeff Mills,
Ice-T,
Fat Boys,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
X-101,
Crash Course in Science,
The Wake,
Arcadia,
Agent Orange,
Black Flag,
Television Personalities,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Junior Murvin,
Zapp,
Lou Christie,
Flash Fearless,
Grandmaster Flash,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Saints,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Cramps,
Silicon Teens,
DJ Style,
Fluxion,
Severed Heads,
Grauzone,
The Techniques,
Joe Smooth,
KRS-One,
John Coltrane,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Sound Behaviour,
8 Eyed Spy,
Hashim,
Aswad,
Gerry Rafferty,
Hasil Adkins,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Kevin Saunderson,
D'Angelo,
Reuben Wilson,
the Germs, the Germs, the Germs, the Germs.
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.