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 Angola and from Lyon.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Basic Channel to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Amon Düül II. All the underground hits.
All The Men They Couldn't Hang tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kool Moe Dee record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cecil Taylor record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Country Joe & The Fish,
Rites of Spring,
Janne Schatter,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Tom Boy,
The J.B.'s,
Al Stewart,
Tropical Tobacco,
DJ Sneak,
Faust,
The Alarm Clocks,
Fela Kuti,
Piero Umiliani,
Bronski Beat,
Loose Ends,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Stereo Dub,
Sam Rivers,
Mark Hollis,
Jeff Lynne,
Tommy Roe,
The Martian,
Sexual Harrassment,
Godley & Creme,
Shuggie Otis,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Visage,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Fugs,
Aural Exciters,
Bobby Womack,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Pere Ubu,
Harpers Bizarre,
Pantytec,
Sister Nancy,
Harmonia,
Essential Logic,
Eric Copeland,
48th St. Collective,
The Dirtbombs,
Stetsasonic,
John Cale,
Crispian St. Peters,
Eric B and Rakim,
Babytalk,
Arthur Verocai,
Marmalade,
Neu!,
Mantronix,
Throbbing Gristle,
Derrick May,
Heaven 17,
Jandek,
Fad Gadget,
The Gun Club,
Negative Approach,
Black Pus,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Mo-Dettes,
Joey Negro, Joey Negro, Joey Negro, Joey Negro.
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.