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 Uganda and from Manchester.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Delta 5 to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Negative Approach. All the underground hits.
All Pere Ubu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Bananas 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a MDC record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Patti Smith,
Au Pairs,
LL Cool J,
Marc Almond,
The Red Krayola,
Boredoms,
Lungfish,
Vladislav Delay,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Wake,
Sonny Sharrock,
Don Cherry,
The Moleskins,
The Toasters,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Gabor Szabo,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Little Man,
Minutemen,
Mark Hollis,
Kaleidoscope,
The Move,
Kevin Saunderson,
Tres Demented,
Flipper,
Porter Ricks,
Ken Boothe,
Con Funk Shun,
The Offenders,
Buzzcocks,
DJ Sneak,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Television,
Gregory Isaacs,
Deadbeat,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Five Americans,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Ituana,
F. McDonald,
Mo-Dettes,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Girls At Our Best!,
Public Enemy,
Mars,
Ludus,
Alphaville,
Laurel Aitken,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Neil Young,
the Slits,
Duran Duran,
Brick,
The Associates,
Gil Scott Heron,
World's Most,
Eli Mardock,
kango's stein massive,
AZ,
Lalann,
Eve St. Jones,
Sister Nancy,
Blancmange,
New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers.
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.