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 Malaysia and from Milan.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Beijing.
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 Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Gang Starr to the jazz 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 Moody Blues. All the underground hits.
All Gong tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Be Bop Deluxe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terror Squad Feat. Camron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Television,
Throbbing Gristle,
New York Dolls,
Delon & Dalcan,
Swans,
X-Ray Spex,
Liliput,
Soft Machine,
Eric Dolphy,
Darondo,
Sugar Minott,
Nik Kershaw,
The Fall,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Golliwogs,
the Fania All-Stars,
Joyce Sims,
This Heat,
The Saints,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Evens,
Kevin Saunderson,
Crash Course in Science,
the Slits,
Connie Case,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Minor Threat,
Youth Brigade,
Pere Ubu,
kango's stein massive,
Smog,
Kas Product,
Boredoms,
cv313,
Goldenarms,
Morten Harket,
Robert Wyatt,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Peter & Gordon,
Underground Resistance,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Pet Shop Boys,
Aaron Thompson,
Yazoo,
Gil Scott Heron,
Deadbeat,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Dead C,
Derrick May,
Barry Ungar,
Roxy Music,
Lakeside,
The Happenings,
Cluster,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Dark Day,
Slave,
The Angels of Light,
Don Cherry, Don Cherry, Don Cherry, Don Cherry.
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.