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 France and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Normal to the punk 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 Marmalade. All the underground hits.
All Harmonia tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sound Behaviour 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minnie Riperton record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeff Mills,
Procol Harum,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Move,
Shoche,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Flesh Eaters,
MC5,
Wire,
Slick Rick,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Bobby Womack,
Intrusion,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Ten City,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Evens,
Todd Terry,
Oblivians,
Ronan,
Matthew Halsall,
48th St. Collective,
Jacques Brel,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Nirvana,
Tres Demented,
Sällskapet,
Joey Negro,
The Zeros,
The Grass Roots,
the Normal,
Soulsonic Force,
The Associates,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Stiv Bators,
Dennis Brown,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Fire Engines,
The Trojans,
Prince Buster,
China Crisis,
Ponytail,
Mr. Review,
Sparks,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Severed Heads,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Minutemen,
Warren Ellis,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
A Certain Ratio,
Unrelated Segments,
Inner City,
Basic Channel,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Angels of Light,
the Sonics, the Sonics, the Sonics, the Sonics.
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.