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 Indonesia and from Woodstock.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 The Fuzztones to the punk 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 Lakeside. All the underground hits.
All Delon & Dalcan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lonnie Liston Smith 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dennis Brown record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Minor Threat,
Pere Ubu,
the Slits,
The Smiths,
The Electric Prunes,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Dave Clark Five,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Tremeloes,
Spoonie Gee,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Harry Pussy,
Blake Baxter,
Absolute Body Control,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Harmonia,
Intrusion,
Faraquet,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Camouflage,
The Slits,
Pulsallama,
Ten City,
Bluetip,
Swans,
Man Parrish,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Jandek,
Jawbox,
The Associates,
Lalo Schifrin,
Dual Sessions,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Fugs,
Minnie Riperton,
Excepter,
Simply Red,
Yusef Lateef,
MC5,
Reuben Wilson,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Shuggie Otis,
Grandmaster Flash,
Terry Callier,
Bronski Beat,
Bobby Womack,
Joy Division,
Marcia Griffiths,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Soft Cell,
Piero Umiliani,
Nico,
Popol Vuh,
Eric B and Rakim,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam.
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.