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 Cyprus and from Lagos.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 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 Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft 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 Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog. All the underground hits.
All These Immortal Souls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Notorious Big And Bone Thugs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Saints record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Frankie Knuckles,
Bobby Sherman,
Flash Fearless,
Half Japanese,
Icehouse,
Deepchord,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Names,
Graham Central Station,
Albert Ayler,
Gabor Szabo,
Matthew Bourne,
Danielle Patucci,
Popol Vuh,
Livin' Joy,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Japan,
X-101,
Mandrill,
Amon Düül II,
Patti Smith,
The Sound,
Thee Headcoats,
Roger Hodgson,
The Slackers,
Pierre Henry,
Television,
Archie Shepp,
Laurel Aitken,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Sarah Menescal,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Quantec,
Black Bananas,
Accadde A,
Drexciya,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
LL Cool J,
Roxy Music,
Gang Starr,
Johnny Clarke,
Fad Gadget,
Tom Boy,
Blancmange,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Wolf Eyes,
Jacob Miller,
The Fuzztones,
Malaria!,
The Invisible,
Spandau Ballet,
The Index,
June of 44,
Joensuu 1685,
The Kinks,
Altered Images,
Niagra,
Television Personalities,
Monolake,
Chris & Cosey,
Radiopuhelimet,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Con Funk Shun,
The Doors,
Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies.
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.