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 Malaysia and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 arpeggiator 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 Kings Of Tomorrow to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Television. All the underground hits.
All Ajijia Myrayebe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lungfish 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terrestrial Tones record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Mummies,
Mark Hollis,
Masters at Work,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Marc Almond,
Bobby Sherman,
The Black Dice,
Stetsasonic,
Kevin Saunderson,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Gladiators,
Motorama,
Heaven 17,
kango's stein massive,
Bobby Byrd,
Con Funk Shun,
Average White Band,
June Days,
The Associates,
Panda Bear,
Todd Rundgren,
OOIOO,
Crash Course in Science,
Ludus,
Bill Wells,
The Cramps,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Gichy Dan,
Grandmaster Flash,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Dave Clark Five,
Dead Boys,
The Monks,
The Standells,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Bob Dylan,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Moleskins,
Reuben Wilson,
Neu!,
ABBA,
The Seeds,
Agitation Free,
Theoretical Girls,
Yazoo,
Bobby Womack,
Yusef Lateef,
Tom Boy,
Dawn Penn,
Wire,
Erykah Badu,
The New Christs,
Johnny Clarke,
The Martian,
Basic Channel,
Colin Newman,
Dennis Brown,
The Music Machine,
Lee Hazlewood,
Sound Behaviour,
Moby Grape,
Sun City Girls,
Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions.
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.