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 Zimbabwe and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 Cairo and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 808 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 Lou Reed & John Cale to the jazz 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 Q65. All the underground hits.
All The Victims tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every MC5 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aaron Thompson 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?
Carl Craig,
The Fuzztones,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Laurel Aitken,
Ornette Coleman,
Jerry Gold Smith,
La Düsseldorf,
Can,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Ponytail,
Aswad,
Camouflage,
Kenny Larkin,
Dave Gahan,
Blake Baxter,
Sister Nancy,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Evens,
Siglo XX,
Al Stewart,
Quadrant,
Monolake,
Pantytec,
Mo-Dettes,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Black Sheep,
the Bar-Kays,
Essential Logic,
Warsaw,
Easy Going,
Henry Cow,
Jerry's Kids,
Leonard Cohen,
Chris & Cosey,
Pantaleimon,
Reuben Wilson,
8 Eyed Spy,
Kerrie Biddell,
Audionom,
Loose Ends,
Harry Pussy,
Intrusion,
Crime,
Boredoms,
Half Japanese,
The Flesh Eaters,
Desert Stars,
The Kinks,
Banda Bassotti,
Cymande,
Erasure,
Chrome,
Eden Ahbez,
The Electric Prunes,
Pussy Galore,
Cheater Slicks,
Camberwell Now,
Make Up,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Roxy Music,
Motorama,
Babytalk,
Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks.
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.