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 Portugal and from Houston.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 Maurizio to the rock 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 In Retrospect. All the underground hits.
All The Chocolate Watch Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Faust record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gong record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Little Man,
The Real Kids,
Duran Duran,
Ohio Players,
Smog,
Peter and Kerry,
Andrew Hill,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Young Rascals,
Curtis Mayfield,
Bob Dylan,
F. McDonald,
Gabor Szabo,
Amon Düül II,
The Dave Clark Five,
Can,
The Red Krayola,
Kaleidoscope,
Con Funk Shun,
Public Enemy,
June Days,
Livin' Joy,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Audionom,
Arcadia,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Neon Judgement,
cv313,
Jacques Brel,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Nirvana,
Babytalk,
Kas Product,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Fat Boys,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
OOIOO,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Dorothy Ashby,
Gang of Four,
The J.B.'s,
X-Ray Spex,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Rosa Yemen,
Gong,
Popol Vuh,
Jerry's Kids,
Iggy Pop,
Moss Icon,
Darondo,
Eden Ahbez,
Y Pants,
Swans,
Judy Mowatt,
Bill Near,
Stetsasonic,
Byron Stingily,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Davy DMX,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Aural Exciters,
a-ha, a-ha, a-ha, a-ha.
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.