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 Tajikistan and from Lille.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Moebius to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Robert Görl. All the underground hits.
All Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Blackbyrds 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Flag 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?
Crime,
Moss Icon,
Banda Bassotti,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
CMW,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Black Bananas,
Skarface,
Peter & Gordon,
Bad Manners,
Unrelated Segments,
Arab on Radar,
Electric Prunes,
EPMD,
Fear,
Matthew Halsall,
The Buckinghams,
Camouflage,
Aaron Thompson,
LL Cool J,
Danielle Patucci,
The Index,
the Sonics,
The Electric Prunes,
The Black Dice,
Michelle Simonal,
The Moleskins,
Half Japanese,
the Germs,
Yazoo,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Fela Kuti,
Bronski Beat,
Das Ding,
Zero Boys,
Angry Samoans,
One Last Wish,
Juan Atkins,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Carl Craig,
Gang Gang Dance,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Eden Ahbez,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Gladiators,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
John Holt,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Blackbyrds,
Clear Light,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Nas,
Rakim,
Sound Behaviour,
Sixth Finger,
Sandy B,
Joensuu 1685,
The Wake,
Junior Murvin,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs.
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.