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 Uzbekistan and from Sao Paulo.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 synthesizer 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 The Martian to the jazz 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 Joe Finger. All the underground hits.
All Robert Hood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Remains record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Starr record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Johnny Clarke,
Moby Grape,
Soul II Soul,
Bauhaus,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Amon Düül II,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Eden Ahbez,
Ludus,
Cymande,
Zapp,
Royal Trux,
Yellowson,
kango's stein massive,
Das Ding,
Darondo,
Fear,
Jandek,
Chris & Cosey,
Reuben Wilson,
Jawbox,
Eddi Front,
Nirvana,
T. Rex,
Alton Ellis,
Hashim,
Colin Newman,
Average White Band,
Rufus Thomas,
Morten Harket,
Connie Case,
Robert Wyatt,
The Shadows of Knight,
Wasted Youth,
Bobby Womack,
Radiopuhelimet,
Agent Orange,
Juan Atkins,
Howard Jones,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Circle Jerks,
Barbara Tucker,
Drive Like Jehu,
Groovy Waters,
The Dave Clark Five,
Nas,
Smog,
Mark Hollis,
Main Source,
Sonny Sharrock,
the Swans,
Ponytail,
Avey Tare,
Neil Young,
The Tremeloes,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Hot Snakes,
Ossler,
Swell Maps,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Althea and Donna,
The United States of America,
The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain.
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.