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 Grenada and from Spokane.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 the Soft Cell to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Glenn Branca. All the underground hits.
All Talk Talk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scott Walker + Sunn O))) record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 theremin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Sonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Man Eating Sloth,
The Monks,
Blake Baxter,
Jesper Dahlback,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Harmonia,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Sex Pistols,
Ronnie Foster,
Zapp,
Pierre Henry,
Joyce Sims,
The Evens,
FM Einheit,
The Pretty Things,
Parry Music,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Black Dice,
Mary Jane Girls,
Bang On A Can,
Harry Pussy,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
UT,
The Remains,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Davy DMX,
Eli Mardock,
Fluxion,
The Wake,
Pulsallama,
Au Pairs,
Prince Buster,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Black Bananas,
Deepchord,
Visage,
DJ Sneak,
the Soft Cell,
Gerry Rafferty,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Electric Prunes,
X-102,
Stereo Dub,
Organ,
Piero Umiliani,
Camberwell Now,
Jeff Lynne,
Nils Olav,
In Retrospect,
Reuben Wilson,
Bizarre Inc.,
Skaos,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Angry Samoans,
Faraquet,
Supertramp,
Michelle Simonal,
Quadrant,
Negative Approach,
Newcleus,
Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's.
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.