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 Swaziland and from Manchester.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
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 Jerry's Kids to the funk 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 Eve St. Jones. All the underground hits.
All Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grauzone record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Heavy D & The Boyz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
OOIOO,
Warren Ellis,
A Certain Ratio,
The Birthday Party,
John Coltrane,
Main Source,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Chrome,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Tim Buckley,
Harpers Bizarre,
Bad Manners,
Ronnie Foster,
Neu!,
Terrestrial Tones,
R.M.O.,
The Flesh Eaters,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Chris Corsano,
Newcleus,
Kas Product,
Roy Ayers,
MC5,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
World's Most,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Jawbox,
The Toasters,
Hardrive,
Nils Olav,
Ohio Players,
B.T. Express,
The Busters,
Section 25,
Gong,
The Slackers,
Royal Trux,
Rapeman,
Aswad,
Visage,
Sun Ra,
Barbara Tucker,
The Evens,
Blake Baxter,
Radiopuhelimet,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Boz Scaggs,
Vainqueur,
JFA,
La Düsseldorf,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Blackbyrds,
Bang On A Can,
The Gap Band,
Soft Machine,
The Barracudas,
Jimmy McGriff,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Cramps,
Bobby Womack,
The Doors,
Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour.
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.