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 Spain and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 synthesizer 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 Spandau Ballet to the crunk 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 kango's stein massive. All the underground hits.
All Country Joe & The Fish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sarah Menescal 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scratch Acid record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chris & Cosey,
Neil Young,
The Doors,
Urselle,
Ralphi Rosario,
Thee Headcoats,
Clear Light,
Depeche Mode,
Connie Case,
Eric Dolphy,
Warren Ellis,
The Move,
The Blackbyrds,
The Smiths,
Sun City Girls,
Los Fastidios,
Lyres,
The Vogues,
Cymande,
Rapeman,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Knickerbockers,
The Dave Clark Five,
Eden Ahbez,
AZ,
Mo-Dettes,
the Fania All-Stars,
Little Man,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Zero Boys,
Harry Pussy,
Sam Rivers,
Crispy Ambulance,
Bill Near,
Camberwell Now,
Arthur Verocai,
Gichy Dan,
Deepchord,
Desert Stars,
Janne Schatter,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Charles Mingus,
Black Bananas,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Scion,
The Fuzztones,
Newcleus,
Ronan,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Metal Thangz,
Heaven 17,
New Age Steppers,
the Bar-Kays,
Robert Görl,
Agitation Free,
The Angels of Light,
Crooked Eye,
Circle Jerks,
Animal Collective,
Accadde A,
Pierre Henry,
Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon.
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.