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 Turkmenistan and from Houston.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 sitar 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 The Electric Prunes 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 Nirvana. All the underground hits.
All Mandrill tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nico 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Connie Case record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Glenn Branca,
Josef K,
Charles Mingus,
Japan,
Laurel Aitken,
The Martian,
Alison Limerick,
Clear Light,
Warsaw,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
DNA,
The J.B.'s,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Motorama,
Eden Ahbez,
Moebius,
The Trojans,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Echospace,
the Germs,
R.M.O.,
Shoche,
Gerry Rafferty,
Gang Green,
Basic Channel,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Q and Not U,
Desert Stars,
Soft Machine,
Accadde A,
Blancmange,
Harmonia,
Cymande,
Man Parrish,
Royal Trux,
Youth Brigade,
The Wake,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Von Mondo,
Angry Samoans,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Last Poets,
Liliput,
Rosa Yemen,
Inner City,
Underground Resistance,
Cal Tjader,
The Electric Prunes,
Hardrive,
Stereo Dub,
Procol Harum,
Urselle,
Tommy Roe,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Mummies,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Donny Hathaway,
The Red Krayola,
Nico,
Fela Kuti,
Sarah Menescal,
Mad Mike, Mad Mike, Mad Mike, Mad Mike.
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.