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 Tajikistan and from London.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 sitar 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 Flipper to the grunge 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 The Chocolate Watch Band. All the underground hits.
All The New Christs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Von Mondo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barclay James Harvest record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cecil Taylor,
Nick Fraelich,
Donny Hathaway,
Eric B and Rakim,
Groovy Waters,
The Real Kids,
PIL,
The Martian,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Janne Schatter,
Los Fastidios,
Tom Boy,
Nico,
Suburban Knight,
Sandy B,
Franke,
T. Rex,
Todd Terry,
The Doors,
Roxy Music,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Wings,
Shoche,
The Fire Engines,
Lightning Bolt,
The United States of America,
Michelle Simonal,
Smog,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Eurythmics,
Saccharine Trust,
Mary Jane Girls,
Goldenarms,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Anthony Braxton,
The Shadows of Knight,
Oneida,
Bang On A Can,
Pulsallama,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Black Flag,
the Sonics,
The Dirtbombs,
Wally Richardson,
Juan Atkins,
The Sonics,
These Immortal Souls,
Theoretical Girls,
Kool Moe Dee,
Fluxion,
David Bowie,
Yaz,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Wake,
Marvin Gaye,
Q65,
The Index,
The Five Americans,
Clear Light,
Circle Jerks,
Rites of Spring,
Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke.
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.