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 Kosovo and from Paris.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Notorious Big And Bone Thugs to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Soft Machine. All the underground hits.
All Fatback Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Divine Comedy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 marimba and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tom Boy 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?
Bootsy Collins,
John Lydon,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Wally Richardson,
Radiohead,
The Velvet Underground,
Derrick Morgan,
The Standells,
The Fall,
Crispian St. Peters,
Stereo Dub,
Ten City,
John Coltrane,
Amon Düül II,
Alton Ellis,
Roxy Music,
Malaria!,
Magazine,
Section 25,
Letta Mbulu,
The Saints,
Robert Hood,
Pere Ubu,
Skaos,
Pantaleimon,
Kayak,
The Raincoats,
The Young Rascals,
Gang Green,
Colin Newman,
Vainqueur,
The Birthday Party,
Cheater Slicks,
Kerrie Biddell,
the Swans,
Scan 7,
Althea and Donna,
Matthew Bourne,
Blossom Toes,
Animal Collective,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Boogie Down Productions,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Cecil Taylor,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Audionom,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Fluxion,
Harry Pussy,
The Detroit Cobras,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Sisters of Mercy,
D'Angelo,
David Bowie,
the Human League,
Ralphi Rosario,
Joe Finger,
James White and The Blacks,
Symarip,
ABBA,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth.
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.