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 Zambia and from Houston.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Pulsallama to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 John Coltrane. All the underground hits.
All Shoche tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every One Last Wish 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Siouxsie and the Banshees record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Adolescents,
The Shadows of Knight,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Negative Approach,
Sun City Girls,
Electric Prunes,
Spoonie Gee,
The Count Five,
Youth Brigade,
Audionom,
Soul II Soul,
Tim Buckley,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Juan Atkins,
The Pretty Things,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Cybotron,
Agitation Free,
Byron Stingily,
The Gap Band,
Swell Maps,
Sparks,
Janne Schatter,
Joey Negro,
Ten City,
Yellowson,
Second Layer,
The Moleskins,
OOIOO,
Max Romeo,
Franke,
Gang Green,
Jandek,
Amon Düül,
Television,
Prince Buster,
The Star Department,
Radiopuhelimet,
Alice Coltrane,
Robert Wyatt,
Eric B and Rakim,
Talk Talk,
Underground Resistance,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Marc Almond,
Bronski Beat,
Trumans Water,
Amazonics,
Monolake,
The Fall,
Au Pairs,
The Velvet Underground,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Simply Red,
Jacob Miller,
Sex Pistols,
June of 44,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Rakim,
Cal Tjader,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell.
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.