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 Belgium and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in 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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 spring reverb 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 Pantaleimon to the rock 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 Lakeside. All the underground hits.
All Pharoah Sanders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Red Krayola record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scan 7 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Michelle Simonal,
John Coltrane,
CMW,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Index,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
T. Rex,
Cluster,
The Mummies,
Dual Sessions,
DJ Style,
Man Eating Sloth,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Massinfluence,
Siglo XX,
Boogie Down Productions,
Nas,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Count Five,
Lyres,
Tomorrow,
Johnny Clarke,
Joy Division,
The Durutti Column,
Junior Murvin,
Little Man,
Depeche Mode,
The Alarm Clocks,
Steve Hackett,
Glenn Branca,
Anakelly,
Warren Ellis,
Swans,
Quadrant,
B.T. Express,
The Vogues,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Technova,
Yusef Lateef,
The Happenings,
Crispy Ambulance,
Mission of Burma,
Marmalade,
Rod Modell,
Marcia Griffiths,
Carl Craig,
Yellowson,
The Doobie Brothers,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Last Poets,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Lalo Schifrin,
Morten Harket,
Laurel Aitken,
X-Ray Spex,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Arab on Radar,
Guru Guru,
Moby Grape,
Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck.
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.