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 Estonia and from Portland.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 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 Scott Walker + Sunn O))) to the crunk 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 Selecter. All the underground hits.
All Rhythim Is Rhythim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Delon & Dalcan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Icehouse 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?
Sly & The Family Stone,
Glenn Branca,
Agitation Free,
Jacques Brel,
Fela Kuti,
Tubeway Army,
The United States of America,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Eric Copeland,
Lower 48,
Yazoo,
X-102,
Connie Case,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Pierre Henry,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Marvin Gaye,
Shuggie Otis,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Matthew Halsall,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Nirvana,
Accadde A,
The Birthday Party,
Chris & Cosey,
Dual Sessions,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Standells,
The Gladiators,
Black Bananas,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Q65,
Jawbox,
Con Funk Shun,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Mummies,
Pole,
David Bowie,
Terry Callier,
Man Eating Sloth,
Joensuu 1685,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Jandek,
Livin' Joy,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Yellowson,
Black Moon,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Scientists,
The Flesh Eaters,
Isaac Hayes,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Donny Hathaway,
John Foxx,
Organ,
Crime,
Heaven 17,
Lightning Bolt,
Newcleus, Newcleus, Newcleus, Newcleus.
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.