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 Brunei and from Winnipeg.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 synthesizer 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 Shoche to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 New York Dolls. All the underground hits.
All The Black Dice tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sällskapet 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a LL Cool J record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kerri Chandler,
Das Ding,
Visage,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Robert Görl,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Little Man,
The Residents,
Anthony Braxton,
The United States of America,
Sparks,
Jandek,
The Saints,
Los Fastidios,
Maurizio,
The Mummies,
The Doors,
Harpers Bizarre,
Fugazi,
Flamin' Groovies,
Delon & Dalcan,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Barclay James Harvest,
Wire,
Lucky Dragons,
The Birthday Party,
Silicon Teens,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
10cc,
Lou Christie,
Stockholm Monsters,
Kerrie Biddell,
Ice-T,
The Fall,
Fad Gadget,
Jacques Brel,
Lakeside,
Joy Division,
Pierre Henry,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Susan Cadogan,
Boredoms,
The Blackbyrds,
The Litter,
June Days,
Franke,
One Last Wish,
Cluster,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Drive Like Jehu,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Smiths,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Sugar Minott,
Von Mondo,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Moebius,
Qualms,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Blancmange,
the Fania All-Stars,
Iggy Pop,
The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds.
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.