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 Norway and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Sam Rivers to the rap 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 David McCallum. All the underground hits.
All Popol Vuh tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bill Near 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neu! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Accadde A,
Pussy Galore,
Bill Wells,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Martian,
Alison Limerick,
Nation of Ulysses,
Arthur Verocai,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Durutti Column,
Roger Hodgson,
Sun Ra,
The Detroit Cobras,
Model 500,
Drexciya,
The Buckinghams,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Joensuu 1685,
Dawn Penn,
PIL,
Depeche Mode,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Monochrome Set,
The Fire Engines,
Dual Sessions,
Sun City Girls,
The Vogues,
Tears for Fears,
Country Teasers,
Infiniti,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Dead C,
Banda Bassotti,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
DJ Sneak,
Absolute Body Control,
Barry Ungar,
Fad Gadget,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Last Poets,
cv313,
Rhythm & Sound,
Boz Scaggs,
The Victims,
Nils Olav,
Second Layer,
Lalann,
Lebanon Hanover,
Pagans,
Rapeman,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Robert Wyatt,
Ossler,
Dead Boys,
The Cowsills,
Excepter,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Johnny Clarke,
the Soft Cell,
Jandek,
kango's stein massive,
Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca.
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.