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 Slovenia and from Spokane.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Anthony Braxton to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Franke. All the underground hits.
All Sun Ra Arkestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yellowson 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barrington Levy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minnie Riperton,
X-102,
Lungfish,
Los Fastidios,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Sonic Youth,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
ABC,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
FM Einheit,
CMW,
Average White Band,
Half Japanese,
Wire,
The Smoke,
Peter and Kerry,
Laurel Aitken,
The Fall,
Harmonia,
Easy Going,
Lou Reed,
Marc Almond,
The Flesh Eaters,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Bobby Byrd,
The Golliwogs,
The Trojans,
DNA,
10cc,
The Blackbyrds,
John Lydon,
D'Angelo,
Black Sheep,
Throbbing Gristle,
Gregory Isaacs,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Shuggie Otis,
Sex Pistols,
Shoche,
The Invisible,
Qualms,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
the Normal,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Whodini,
Soft Cell,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Intrusion,
the Germs,
Judy Mowatt,
Moby Grape,
Wings,
The Mojo Men,
Gang Starr,
B.T. Express,
Electric Prunes,
Animal Collective,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Terry Callier,
Toni Rubio,
Erykah Badu,
Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman.
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.