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 Taiwan and from Jakarta.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 arpeggiator 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 Marshall Jefferson to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Peter & Gordon. All the underground hits.
All Lalann tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every E-Dancer record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sam Rivers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Albert Ayler,
The Martian,
Country Teasers,
Jesper Dahlback,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Rotary Connection,
The Pop Group,
Heaven 17,
Althea and Donna,
Warsaw,
Graham Central Station,
Radiohead,
The Doors,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Dawn Penn,
Davy DMX,
Chris & Cosey,
Goldenarms,
Ludus,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Blackbyrds,
Fat Boys,
48th St. Collective,
The Kinks,
Peter and Kerry,
Janne Schatter,
Television,
Gang Starr,
Nico,
Khruangbin,
Eve St. Jones,
Scrapy,
Nirvana,
Cal Tjader,
Ponytail,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Saints,
Second Layer,
New York Dolls,
Simply Red,
Shuggie Otis,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Soft Machine,
Bush Tetras,
Soft Cell,
Desert Stars,
Ken Boothe,
Pulsallama,
Depeche Mode,
H. Thieme,
Dark Day,
Barbara Tucker,
Scott Walker,
The Remains,
Ornette Coleman,
Pere Ubu,
The Trojans,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish.
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.