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 Sri Lanka and from Sao Paulo.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 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 Angels of Light & Akron/Family to the rap 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 Henry Cow. All the underground hits.
All Agent Orange tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Frankie Knuckles record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Index record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Neon Judgement,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Vogues,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Magma,
The Velvet Underground,
Echospace,
Lightning Bolt,
Michelle Simonal,
Minor Threat,
John Cale,
New Age Steppers,
Cymande,
the Slits,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Electric Prunes,
The Mummies,
Aaron Thompson,
Peter and Kerry,
Alice Coltrane,
Quantec,
The Names,
Brick,
Eddi Front,
Jeff Lynne,
Minnie Riperton,
Moby Grape,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Mad Mike,
Unwound,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Bob Dylan,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
New Order,
David Axelrod,
Porter Ricks,
OOIOO,
The Cowsills,
Bill Near,
Buzzcocks,
Loose Ends,
Moebius,
The Residents,
Roger Hodgson,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
L. Decosne,
John Coltrane,
Symarip,
Mantronix,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Suburban Knight,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode.
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.