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 Jordan 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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 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 The Barracudas 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 New Christs. All the underground hits.
All The Young Rascals tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nils Olav record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 chamberlin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Techniques,
Terrestrial Tones,
Lakeside,
Average White Band,
Kenny Larkin,
Neil Young,
Blake Baxter,
Warren Ellis,
Lindisfarne,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Slackers,
Loose Ends,
K-Klass,
Moebius,
Curtis Mayfield,
Girls At Our Best!,
Inner City,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Cheater Slicks,
The Mighty Diamonds,
New Order,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Cure,
Iggy Pop,
Throbbing Gristle,
Robert Görl,
Juan Atkins,
June of 44,
The Invisible,
Soft Machine,
Public Enemy,
A Certain Ratio,
the Normal,
Yazoo,
Stetsasonic,
World's Most,
EPMD,
The Litter,
The Saints,
China Crisis,
Harmonia,
U.S. Maple,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Spandau Ballet,
Lalann,
Archie Shepp,
Delta 5,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Piero Umiliani,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Marcia Griffiths,
PIL,
Mantronix,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Gerry Rafferty,
Anakelly,
Dave Gahan,
Icehouse,
Alton Ellis,
The Knickerbockers,
Fluxion,
Pere Ubu,
Oblivians,
Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz.
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.