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 Gambia and from Beijing.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the güiro 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 Mission of Burma to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 DNA. All the underground hits.
All Bill Near tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Agent Orange record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 an organ and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Chocolate Watch Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Slits,
Sight & Sound,
Nick Fraelich,
Trumans Water,
The Cramps,
Suburban Knight,
The Human League,
Dawn Penn,
Delta 5,
Dorothy Ashby,
Make Up,
Bobby Byrd,
Little Man,
Gastr Del Sol,
Agitation Free,
A Certain Ratio,
Scion,
Pylon,
Brand Nubian,
Girls At Our Best!,
Eric Copeland,
Fugazi,
Fad Gadget,
Rufus Thomas,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Babytalk,
Matthew Halsall,
Parry Music,
Deadbeat,
Robert Hood,
Bad Manners,
Hardrive,
The Cowsills,
Ultra Naté,
Sonic Youth,
The American Breed,
Cymande,
Archie Shepp,
Howard Jones,
MDC,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Dirtbombs,
Lebanon Hanover,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Hoover,
Oblivians,
The Smiths,
Bang On A Can,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Magazine,
Glenn Branca,
Camberwell Now,
Jacques Brel,
Model 500,
The Leaves,
Sun Ra,
The Cure,
the Sonics,
Darondo,
Suicide,
Lower 48,
The Seeds,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo.
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.