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 Iran and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 linndrum 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 Kool G Rap & DJ Polo to the grunge 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 The Sisters of Mercy. All the underground hits.
All Los Fastidios tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rosa Yemen 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sandy B record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Morten Harket,
Sister Nancy,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
One Last Wish,
Roy Ayers,
Eddi Front,
the Association,
The Human League,
Ralphi Rosario,
Schoolly D,
Angry Samoans,
Fat Boys,
Toni Rubio,
Sight & Sound,
Harpers Bizarre,
Gichy Dan,
Procol Harum,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Pulsallama,
The Buckinghams,
The Golliwogs,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Ultimate Spinach,
Agitation Free,
Prince Buster,
Throbbing Gristle,
Spoonie Gee,
Half Japanese,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Boz Scaggs,
New York Dolls,
Soul II Soul,
DJ Sneak,
Donald Byrd,
Neil Young,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Radiopuhelimet,
Soulsonic Force,
Royal Trux,
Robert Görl,
Dennis Brown,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Gang Starr,
Chris & Cosey,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Judy Mowatt,
MC5,
Scratch Acid,
10cc,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Michelle Simonal,
Kool Moe Dee,
Buzzcocks,
Eric Dolphy,
Grey Daturas,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Amon Düül,
Pharoah Sanders,
Crispian St. Peters,
Whodini,
Hardrive, Hardrive, Hardrive, Hardrive.
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.