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 Colombia and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Rahsaan Roland Kirk to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Erasure. All the underground hits.
All Symarip tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Glambeats Corp. 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Young Marble Giants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terry Callier,
Boz Scaggs,
The Fuzztones,
R.M.O.,
Bang On A Can,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Fad Gadget,
Black Sheep,
Yaz,
Drexciya,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Josef K,
Bob Dylan,
Kenny Larkin,
Little Man,
Banda Bassotti,
Shoche,
Scott Walker,
The Star Department,
Nik Kershaw,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Stereo Dub,
Ralphi Rosario,
Nation of Ulysses,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Anakelly,
Suburban Knight,
Angry Samoans,
Sugar Minott,
The Names,
Robert Görl,
Aloha Tigers,
Robert Hood,
Grey Daturas,
Organ,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Sisters of Mercy,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Von Mondo,
Ronnie Foster,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
the Slits,
Godley & Creme,
Jimmy McGriff,
A Certain Ratio,
Skriet,
Smog,
Joyce Sims,
Panda Bear,
The Skatalites,
Mr. Review,
Susan Cadogan,
Bronski Beat,
John Foxx,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Barracudas,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
MDC,
Reagan Youth,
Sun City Girls,
Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren.
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.