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 Norway and from London.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Matthew Halsall to the disco 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 The Techniques. All the underground hits.
All Don Cherry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kango’s Stein Massive record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kango’s Stein Massive 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?
JFA,
Public Image Ltd.,
K-Klass,
The Saints,
Robert Hood,
Talk Talk,
Flipper,
Donny Hathaway,
Joy Division,
Banda Bassotti,
Don Cherry,
Hardrive,
Lindisfarne,
B.T. Express,
Urselle,
The Victims,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Gong,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Girls At Our Best!,
Andrew Hill,
The Mummies,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Neu!,
Hot Snakes,
The Flesh Eaters,
Bronski Beat,
Monolake,
Danielle Patucci,
Leonard Cohen,
The Gladiators,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Popol Vuh,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Roxy Music,
Little Man,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Qualms,
Pylon,
Scan 7,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Associates,
Josef K,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Pop Group,
Nas,
Rapeman,
Glambeats Corp.,
Bush Tetras,
The Real Kids,
Heaven 17,
Second Layer,
Iggy Pop,
Deakin,
Ludus,
Gang Starr,
AZ,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
PIL,
Lungfish,
The Star Department, The Star Department, The Star Department, The Star Department.
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.