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 India and from Columbus.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Johannesburg.
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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
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 Man Eating Sloth to the electroclash 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 Reagan Youth. All the underground hits.
All The Golliwogs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Khruangbin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 linndrum and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Bar-Kays record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nation of Ulysses,
Crash Course in Science,
Icehouse,
Rapeman,
New Order,
Jesper Dahlback,
Kerri Chandler,
Tears for Fears,
The Invisible,
Stockholm Monsters,
Minutemen,
Quando Quango,
Motorama,
Cluster,
Idris Muhammad,
Moebius,
KRS-One,
Surgeon,
Saccharine Trust,
Japan,
Iggy Pop,
Crime,
Thompson Twins,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Byron Stingily,
Talk Talk,
Altered Images,
A Certain Ratio,
the Sonics,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Associates,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Derrick May,
Nick Fraelich,
The Fall,
Easy Going,
London Community Gospel Choir,
the Bar-Kays,
John Coltrane,
David McCallum,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Alton Ellis,
Bob Dylan,
Flamin' Groovies,
Brick,
Slick Rick,
Gichy Dan,
The Knickerbockers,
Tres Demented,
The American Breed,
Archie Shepp,
Mo-Dettes,
Pylon,
Amon Düül II,
Groovy Waters,
Freddie Wadling,
DNA,
Drexciya,
Porter Ricks,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Infiniti,
Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band.
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.