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 Zambia and from Jakarta.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Vladislav Delay to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 kango's stein massive. All the underground hits.
All Minutemen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Carl Craig 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flipper record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Basic Channel,
U.S. Maple,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Skatalites,
Ultravox,
The Divine Comedy,
Section 25,
Ralphi Rosario,
Kaleidoscope,
Jimmy McGriff,
Television Personalities,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
One Last Wish,
Glenn Branca,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Seeds,
David McCallum,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Pulsallama,
Buzzcocks,
Mr. Review,
Leonard Cohen,
Godley & Creme,
Brothers Johnson,
The Dead C,
Alison Limerick,
Pere Ubu,
Minnie Riperton,
Television,
Can,
Ponytail,
Cameo,
The Saints,
Marine Girls,
Scrapy,
Tommy Roe,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Trumans Water,
Sound Behaviour,
Ituana,
The Smoke,
June of 44,
Barrington Levy,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Moleskins,
Chrome,
DNA,
Scion,
Warsaw,
Dark Day,
Ten City,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Reagan Youth,
Sister Nancy,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Little Man,
Interpol,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Supertramp,
Tomorrow, Tomorrow, Tomorrow, Tomorrow.
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.