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 Sri Lanka and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Lower 48 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 Cybotron. All the underground hits.
All Loose Ends tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soul Sonic Force record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Blackbyrds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Zero Boys,
Amon Düül II,
Joy Division,
Lebanon Hanover,
Fela Kuti,
The Fall,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Cal Tjader,
Colin Newman,
Yellowson,
Stetsasonic,
Fear,
Sam Rivers,
The Moleskins,
kango's stein massive,
Josef K,
Radiopuhelimet,
Eden Ahbez,
Mo-Dettes,
The Cure,
Danielle Patucci,
Toni Rubio,
Organ,
Grauzone,
Guru Guru,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Swans,
The Index,
Ralphi Rosario,
Monolake,
The Happenings,
Ultravox,
Bill Wells,
Dual Sessions,
Young Marble Giants,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
World's Most,
Thompson Twins,
Chris & Cosey,
Neil Young,
X-101,
H. Thieme,
Echospace,
the Soft Cell,
Brothers Johnson,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Saccharine Trust,
Black Moon,
Bobby Womack,
Neu!,
The Leaves,
Johnny Clarke,
Cameo,
Pere Ubu,
Heaven 17,
Matthew Halsall,
Quadrant,
The Buckinghams,
Byron Stingily,
Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen.
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.