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 Cape Verde and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in 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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 Quantec to the crunk 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 The Golliwogs. All the underground hits.
All Lindisfarne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Litter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arthur Verocai record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lebanon Hanover,
Royal Trux,
Gregory Isaacs,
Scientists,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Yusef Lateef,
The Toasters,
DJ Sneak,
LL Cool J,
Davy DMX,
Pharoah Sanders,
Dual Sessions,
Sex Pistols,
Nils Olav,
Iggy Pop,
The Modern Lovers,
ABBA,
Anthony Braxton,
Warren Ellis,
Flash Fearless,
Mandrill,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Simply Red,
Roy Ayers,
the Slits,
Jacob Miller,
Mo-Dettes,
Agent Orange,
Subhumans,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Clear Light,
Public Image Ltd.,
Wolf Eyes,
Eric B and Rakim,
Danielle Patucci,
The Move,
The Evens,
CMW,
Alphaville,
X-102,
Monks,
The Golliwogs,
Amazonics,
cv313,
Radiohead,
Absolute Body Control,
John Coltrane,
Skriet,
Young Marble Giants,
10cc,
Soft Machine,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Slackers,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Kayak,
Flipper,
Moby Grape,
Grauzone,
Archie Shepp,
Jandek,
Brand Nubian,
Slick Rick,
John Lydon, John Lydon, John Lydon, John Lydon.
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.