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 Guyana and from Mumbai.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the theremin 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 Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Interpol. All the underground hits.
All Jacob Miller tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Procol Harum 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Young Marble Giants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quando Quango,
K-Klass,
Crooked Eye,
Q and Not U,
X-Ray Spex,
Bill Wells,
The Young Rascals,
Fugazi,
Pagans,
Sugar Minott,
Joey Negro,
Amazonics,
Youth Brigade,
Piero Umiliani,
China Crisis,
Gabor Szabo,
A Flock of Seagulls,
the Germs,
Fela Kuti,
Ornette Coleman,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Dawn Penn,
Stiv Bators,
Darondo,
John Lydon,
Ralphi Rosario,
Boz Scaggs,
Parry Music,
Henry Cow,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Reuben Wilson,
Radiohead,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Index,
Jeff Mills,
Soul II Soul,
Average White Band,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Jawbox,
Camouflage,
Peter and Kerry,
Outsiders,
Unrelated Segments,
Kayak,
Inner City,
Sandy B,
Johnny Clarke,
Minny Pops,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Matthew Bourne,
Hashim,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Icehouse,
Stockholm Monsters,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Magma, Magma, Magma, Magma.
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.