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 East Timor and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 Lightning Bolt to the funk 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 the Fania All-Stars. All the underground hits.
All Thompson Twins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mark Hollis 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vladislav Delay record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Guru Guru,
Soft Machine,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Young Marble Giants,
Dark Day,
Neil Young,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Ponytail,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Glambeats Corp.,
Delon & Dalcan,
Unrelated Segments,
the Sonics,
Sex Pistols,
The Residents,
The Zeros,
The Blackbyrds,
Index,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Rufus Thomas,
Kas Product,
Arthur Verocai,
Angry Samoans,
Brick,
Crash Course in Science,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Jawbox,
Marmalade,
Simply Red,
Stockholm Monsters,
Skaos,
Stetsasonic,
The Detroit Cobras,
Alice Coltrane,
The Mojo Men,
Bad Manners,
Funky Four + One,
Soulsonic Force,
Q65,
Los Fastidios,
Juan Atkins,
Spoonie Gee,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Lou Reed,
Pylon,
Mandrill,
Public Enemy,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Freddie Wadling,
Chris & Cosey,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Letta Mbulu,
Absolute Body Control,
Essential Logic,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Dave Gahan,
Faraquet,
Desert Stars,
Tres Demented, Tres Demented, Tres Demented, Tres Demented.
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.