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 Morocco and from Seoul.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Mandrill to the rock 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 The Fugs. All the underground hits.
All Major Organ And The Adding Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deakin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pylon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
LL Cool J,
Warren Ellis,
Franke,
Sonic Youth,
Todd Terry,
Kurtis Blow,
DJ Style,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Nico,
Albert Ayler,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Main Source,
Wally Richardson,
Panda Bear,
Lebanon Hanover,
Lakeside,
Clear Light,
Newcleus,
DNA,
Arthur Verocai,
Malaria!,
Scrapy,
Don Cherry,
Sex Pistols,
Agitation Free,
The Kinks,
Suburban Knight,
Ronan,
the Normal,
Hashim,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Skarface,
Blossom Toes,
Judy Mowatt,
Oneida,
Dual Sessions,
The Star Department,
Banda Bassotti,
the Sonics,
B.T. Express,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Fat Boys,
Bootsy Collins,
The Doobie Brothers,
Trumans Water,
Black Bananas,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Magma,
Ludus,
Eric Copeland,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Patti Smith,
Vainqueur,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Spandau Ballet,
The Motions,
Roger Hodgson,
Curtis Mayfield,
Donny Hathaway,
Radiohead,
The Birthday Party,
The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band.
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.