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 Tunisia and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 clarinet 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 Skarface to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Rufus Thomas. All the underground hits.
All Traffic Nightmare tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sandy B 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a London Community Gospel Choir record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fall,
Gang Starr,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Ronan,
Soft Machine,
Roy Ayers,
The Monochrome Set,
Jeff Mills,
H. Thieme,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Electric Prunes,
The J.B.'s,
Country Teasers,
The Fuzztones,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Angels of Light,
Scrapy,
Von Mondo,
Deepchord,
Cecil Taylor,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Gun Club,
Dennis Brown,
Wolf Eyes,
Derrick May,
Gabor Szabo,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Moleskins,
X-101,
Juan Atkins,
Model 500,
Alton Ellis,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Colin Newman,
Black Sheep,
Los Fastidios,
Bauhaus,
The Techniques,
Quantec,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Victims,
The Gap Band,
Sugar Minott,
Monolake,
FM Einheit,
Accadde A,
These Immortal Souls,
Neu!,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
CMW,
Wire,
Funkadelic,
Motorama,
The Standells,
The Moody Blues,
Albert Ayler,
X-102,
Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins.
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.