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 Liechtenstein and from Johannesburg.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the theremin 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 The Misunderstood to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Juan Atkins. All the underground hits.
All Groovy Waters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Residents 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Underground Resistance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
These Immortal Souls,
Cal Tjader,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Slick Rick,
U.S. Maple,
Chrome,
Lee Hazlewood,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Pretty Things,
The Raincoats,
Michelle Simonal,
Howard Jones,
Dennis Brown,
The Golliwogs,
Harpers Bizarre,
Easy Going,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Fela Kuti,
Magma,
Alphaville,
David Bowie,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
R.M.O.,
FM Einheit,
Marc Almond,
Curtis Mayfield,
Amon Düül II,
Deepchord,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Boz Scaggs,
Scott Walker,
Goldenarms,
Warren Ellis,
Silicon Teens,
OOIOO,
Arthur Verocai,
Half Japanese,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Aswad,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
K-Klass,
Terrestrial Tones,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Deakin,
The Star Department,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Skarface,
Donald Byrd,
X-102,
The Index,
Los Fastidios,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Blossom Toes,
Isaac Hayes,
Essential Logic,
Intrusion,
Boogie Down Productions,
Babytalk,
Second Layer,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Barbara Tucker,
The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks.
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.