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 Oman and from Beijing.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Wally Richardson to the rock 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 Curtis Mayfield. All the underground hits.
All Negative Approach tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dead C 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 chamberlin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Teenage Jesus and the Jerks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
In Retrospect,
Cluster,
The Velvet Underground,
Robert Wyatt,
Royal Trux,
Suicide,
Sandy B,
New Age Steppers,
Tom Boy,
Nation of Ulysses,
Roy Ayers,
Max Romeo,
Skriet,
Bush Tetras,
Trumans Water,
Deepchord,
This Heat,
Lower 48,
The Stooges,
Janne Schatter,
PIL,
Flipper,
The Neon Judgement,
Subhumans,
Lightning Bolt,
Robert Hood,
Crash Course in Science,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Fire Engines,
The Mighty Diamonds,
One Last Wish,
Howard Jones,
Michelle Simonal,
Popol Vuh,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
the Germs,
The Grass Roots,
Matthew Halsall,
Sexual Harrassment,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Susan Cadogan,
Liliput,
Young Marble Giants,
Jimmy McGriff,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Lyres,
Fat Boys,
Underground Resistance,
Letta Mbulu,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Mad Mike,
Josef K,
Girls At Our Best!,
Leonard Cohen,
The Knickerbockers,
Desert Stars,
The Mummies,
Chrome,
Morten Harket,
Carl Craig,
Peter and Kerry,
Faust, Faust, Faust, Faust.
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.