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 Italy and from Salvador.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 guitar 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 Cluster to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Shoche. All the underground hits.
All Barry Ungar tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every kango's stein massive 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Altered Images record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Dead Boys,
Visage,
These Immortal Souls,
Danielle Patucci,
Rufus Thomas,
David McCallum,
Mars,
Easy Going,
Joy Division,
Blake Baxter,
Zero Boys,
Arab on Radar,
D'Angelo,
Hardrive,
Kurtis Blow,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Pierre Henry,
The New Christs,
Rhythm & Sound,
Archie Shepp,
Fatback Band,
The Slackers,
Drive Like Jehu,
the Sonics,
Spandau Ballet,
The Shadows of Knight,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Tom Boy,
The Techniques,
kango's stein massive,
Maleditus Sound,
Crispian St. Peters,
The United States of America,
Franke,
Pussy Galore,
The Five Americans,
Radiopuhelimet,
Ronan,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Barrington Levy,
Howard Jones,
Jacob Miller,
Banda Bassotti,
Fad Gadget,
The Buckinghams,
Eric Dolphy,
Tomorrow,
Sun Ra,
Erasure,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Unwound,
Brick,
Camouflage,
Funky Four + One,
X-Ray Spex,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Lyres,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Fire Engines,
Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel.
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.