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 Swaziland and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Clear Light to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Alice Coltrane. All the underground hits.
All The Names 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 jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Flesh Eaters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Peter & Gordon,
The Misunderstood,
June Days,
LL Cool J,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Jacques Brel,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Sixth Finger,
The Sonics,
Gastr Del Sol,
Gil Scott Heron,
Toni Rubio,
Roxy Music,
Judy Mowatt,
Oblivians,
Visage,
PIL,
Ronnie Foster,
Lightning Bolt,
Fela Kuti,
Eli Mardock,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Adolescents,
Radiohead,
Siglo XX,
Byron Stingily,
The American Breed,
the Bar-Kays,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Fear,
Chris & Cosey,
Nils Olav,
Bob Dylan,
Cecil Taylor,
Swans,
Rekid,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Das Ding,
Glambeats Corp.,
Josef K,
The Slackers,
Supertramp,
Wire,
Eric Dolphy,
Pantaleimon,
Steve Hackett,
The Flesh Eaters,
Lakeside,
Talk Talk,
Iggy Pop,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Golliwogs,
Dennis Brown,
The Divine Comedy,
Unwound,
Shuggie Otis,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Ultravox,
Hashim,
John Holt,
Trumans Water,
The Kinks,
Pagans,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks.
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.