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 Hungary and from Salvador.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Darondo to the grunge 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 Ronnie Foster. All the underground hits.
All Ituana tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jesper Dahlback record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 chamberlin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Angry Samoans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mojo Men,
Jawbox,
cv313,
Sound Behaviour,
New York Dolls,
Rakim,
Fugazi,
Blossom Toes,
Zero Boys,
Glambeats Corp.,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Sonny Sharrock,
Simply Red,
Bad Manners,
Schoolly D,
The Move,
Soft Cell,
Bootsy Collins,
Fear,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Flash Fearless,
Sonic Youth,
Black Moon,
Marc Almond,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
David McCallum,
Deakin,
Don Cherry,
Laurel Aitken,
The Tremeloes,
Sandy B,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Mary Jane Girls,
Minny Pops,
The Pretty Things,
Motorama,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Underground Resistance,
Deepchord,
Fatback Band,
Q65,
Delon & Dalcan,
DJ Style,
David Bowie,
Warsaw,
Connie Case,
John Coltrane,
Cheater Slicks,
Cybotron,
Au Pairs,
Cluster,
Barclay James Harvest,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Johnny Osbourne,
LL Cool J,
Suicide,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Pole,
Lou Christie,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Terry Callier, Terry Callier, Terry Callier, Terry Callier.
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.