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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Philadelphia.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Delhi.
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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the sitar 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 Oneida to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Mighty Diamonds. All the underground hits.
All The Red Krayola tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Swans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Popol Vuh record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fort Wilson Riot,
Lyres,
David Bowie,
Joy Division,
The Shadows of Knight,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Mission of Burma,
the Normal,
Kas Product,
Marc Almond,
Fad Gadget,
Faraquet,
Iggy Pop,
The Count Five,
Harmonia,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Names,
Man Parrish,
Joe Finger,
Sonny Sharrock,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Crooked Eye,
Skarface,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Popol Vuh,
The Motions,
The Techniques,
Susan Cadogan,
Amazonics,
Dark Day,
Outsiders,
DJ Style,
Ice-T,
Henry Cow,
Nico,
Fat Boys,
Dual Sessions,
Malaria!,
Dead Boys,
Carl Craig,
the Swans,
Television,
The Leaves,
Mandrill,
Bauhaus,
The United States of America,
Heaven 17,
Tomorrow,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
H. Thieme,
Intrusion,
The Young Rascals,
Funkadelic,
Peter and Kerry,
Y Pants,
Can,
Flipper,
Robert Wyatt,
Sarah Menescal,
Eurythmics, Eurythmics, Eurythmics, Eurythmics.
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.