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 Russia and from Edmonton.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Accra.
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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Jawbox. All the underground hits.
All Tropical Tobacco tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Velvet Underground record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sandy B record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alice Coltrane,
the Association,
The Motions,
Ossler,
Radiohead,
Moby Grape,
Joyce Sims,
Dave Gahan,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Buckinghams,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Dead Boys,
Heaven 17,
Ultra Naté,
Spandau Ballet,
Sonic Youth,
Ituana,
Simply Red,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Fat Boys,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Robert Hood,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Brothers Johnson,
Faraquet,
Malaria!,
Steve Hackett,
Mantronix,
Funkadelic,
Massinfluence,
Byron Stingily,
Q65,
Procol Harum,
Susan Cadogan,
Eric Dolphy,
Bill Wells,
Gichy Dan,
Robert Wyatt,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Stockholm Monsters,
Underground Resistance,
Newcleus,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Man Eating Sloth,
Warren Ellis,
Roxette,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
James White and The Blacks,
the Normal,
Television Personalities,
Marmalade,
Janne Schatter,
Pierre Henry,
E-Dancer,
Clear Light,
Mission of Burma,
Half Japanese,
Second Layer,
Q and Not U,
Surgeon,
Gang of Four,
Goldenarms,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry.
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.