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 Lebanon and from Salvador.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Lagos.
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 Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Jandek to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Black Pus. All the underground hits.
All Sonic Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every These Immortal Souls 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 an arpeggiator and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a One Last Wish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Junior Murvin,
In Retrospect,
The Gories,
Guru Guru,
Sällskapet,
Sex Pistols,
the Sonics,
Liliput,
Cal Tjader,
Pulsallama,
Radiopuhelimet,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Quadrant,
Funky Four + One,
Black Sheep,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Chris & Cosey,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Nas,
Pagans,
The Index,
Inner City,
Wings,
Half Japanese,
48th St. Collective,
Bizarre Inc.,
Lakeside,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Detroit Cobras,
Kenny Larkin,
Isaac Hayes,
The Young Rascals,
Howard Jones,
Royal Trux,
Michelle Simonal,
Hashim,
Surgeon,
Cameo,
Drive Like Jehu,
Johnny Clarke,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Busters,
Jawbox,
Clear Light,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Index,
Joy Division,
MDC,
Monks,
Eddi Front,
Q and Not U,
Radio Birdman,
Soul Sonic Force,
Fat Boys,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Tres Demented,
Jandek,
Desert Stars,
Stockholm Monsters,
Monolake,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Soft Machine, Soft Machine, Soft Machine, Soft Machine.
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.