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 Seychelles and from Taipei.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Lyres to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Das Ding. All the underground hits.
All Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Underground Resistance 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Negative Approach record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fatback Band,
Ornette Coleman,
T. Rex,
Ponytail,
Scratch Acid,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Zero Boys,
The Walker Brothers,
Faust,
Guru Guru,
The Last Poets,
Lou Reed,
Morten Harket,
The Angels of Light,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Cal Tjader,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Jimmy McGriff,
Colin Newman,
The Cramps,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Section 25,
Royal Trux,
The Doobie Brothers,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
8 Eyed Spy,
Outsiders,
Girls At Our Best!,
Loose Ends,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Martian,
Jandek,
Supertramp,
The Selecter,
MC5,
The American Breed,
Slave,
Los Fastidios,
Chrome,
Black Moon,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Gong,
Faraquet,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Clear Light,
Matthew Halsall,
PIL,
Saccharine Trust,
Wings,
The Alarm Clocks,
the Human League,
DJ Style,
Boz Scaggs,
Skaos,
Public Enemy,
Eden Ahbez,
The Mojo Men,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Grass Roots,
The Zeros, The Zeros, The Zeros, The Zeros.
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.