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 Dominican Republic and from Manila.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 The Dead C to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Warsaw. All the underground hits.
All Camouflage tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yazoo 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cluster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rosa Yemen,
Bluetip,
Faraquet,
Crooked Eye,
Quando Quango,
FM Einheit,
Lalann,
Darondo,
Sällskapet,
Alton Ellis,
Black Flag,
The Shadows of Knight,
Gabor Szabo,
Banda Bassotti,
The Golliwogs,
Can,
Toni Rubio,
Yusef Lateef,
Donny Hathaway,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
ABC,
Cecil Taylor,
Amon Düül II,
Yellowson,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Tres Demented,
The Saints,
OOIOO,
Lucky Dragons,
Avey Tare,
Bang On A Can,
The Dirtbombs,
The Trojans,
Echospace,
Mark Hollis,
Oblivians,
Mantronix,
Roy Ayers,
The Motions,
The Slackers,
Robert Hood,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Moebius,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Minutemen,
Funkadelic,
Cybotron,
Country Teasers,
The Seeds,
Grey Daturas,
Warren Ellis,
Fatback Band,
Patti Smith,
The Zeros,
Roger Hodgson,
Piero Umiliani,
Angry Samoans,
The Human League,
Y Pants,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Victims, The Victims, The Victims, The Victims.
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.