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 New Zealand and from Spokane.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
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 Chris & Cosey to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Toasters. All the underground hits.
All Johnny Osbourne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Christie 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bootsy's Rubber Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pagans,
The Sound,
Robert Wyatt,
Scratch Acid,
Reagan Youth,
Sexual Harrassment,
Pulsallama,
Vainqueur,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
FM Einheit,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Terrestrial Tones,
Archie Shepp,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Jerry's Kids,
The Smiths,
Carl Craig,
Jawbox,
Q and Not U,
The United States of America,
Graham Central Station,
Bill Near,
Aswad,
New Age Steppers,
Circle Jerks,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Magma,
The Smoke,
Shuggie Otis,
Quadrant,
Eddi Front,
Bobby Byrd,
Drexciya,
Tubeway Army,
Amon Düül,
Colin Newman,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Fear,
The Techniques,
Stockholm Monsters,
Josef K,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
B.T. Express,
Procol Harum,
Goldenarms,
U.S. Maple,
Sällskapet,
Pet Shop Boys,
Ornette Coleman,
Howard Jones,
Interpol,
Fifty Foot Hose,
L. Decosne,
Deepchord,
The Leaves,
Funkadelic,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Patti Smith,
Scion,
James White and The Blacks,
Mantronix,
Black Flag,
Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd.
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.