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 Iran and from Beijing.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Angry Samoans to the jazz 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 Porter Ricks. All the underground hits.
All The Saints tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blossom Toes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 clarinet and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-102,
Anthony Braxton,
Monolake,
Blancmange,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Al Stewart,
Camberwell Now,
The New Christs,
Gichy Dan,
Bobby Hutcherson,
the Swans,
Von Mondo,
Model 500,
The Stooges,
Marcia Griffiths,
Unwound,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Rites of Spring,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Marmalade,
The Monks,
The Moleskins,
Slick Rick,
Aaron Thompson,
Minnie Riperton,
a-ha,
Sonny Sharrock,
Sister Nancy,
Joey Negro,
The Red Krayola,
Sarah Menescal,
Pylon,
CMW,
Toni Rubio,
Gabor Szabo,
Fifty Foot Hose,
MC5,
China Crisis,
Circle Jerks,
New Age Steppers,
Fela Kuti,
Connie Case,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Electric Light Orchestra,
AZ,
Gregory Isaacs,
Neu!,
T.S.O.L.,
David Bowie,
The Walker Brothers,
Funky Four + One,
A Certain Ratio,
Andrew Hill,
Drive Like Jehu,
Graham Central Station,
Sandy B,
The Remains,
Gong,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Ronnie Foster,
Symarip,
Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken.
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.