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 Bolivia and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 Philadelphia and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 theremin 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 Robert Görl to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Y Pants. All the underground hits.
All Brothers Johnson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every cv313 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Liliput record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fortunes,
John Holt,
Nas,
The Moleskins,
The Blues Magoos,
John Foxx,
The Alarm Clocks,
ABC,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Lalo Schifrin,
Prince Buster,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Index,
The Misunderstood,
cv313,
Jacob Miller,
The Leaves,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Wings,
Peter & Gordon,
Barbara Tucker,
The Monks,
Animal Collective,
Wire,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Pantytec,
In Retrospect,
Skriet,
Excepter,
Tom Boy,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Kinks,
The Vogues,
Monks,
Roxy Music,
Ludus,
Fugazi,
Lungfish,
Metal Thangz,
The Techniques,
Harpers Bizarre,
Fatback Band,
Fat Boys,
Godley & Creme,
The Divine Comedy,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Fluxion,
Kayak,
The Pretty Things,
Clear Light,
Crime,
Chris & Cosey,
Goldenarms,
Agitation Free,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Sällskapet,
Faust,
Peter and Kerry,
Mark Hollis,
The Invisible,
Hashim,
Scan 7, Scan 7, Scan 7, Scan 7.
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.