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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Edmonton.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 oboe 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 Anthony Braxton to the rock 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 Bill Wells. All the underground hits.
All Howard Jones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dennis Brown record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Don Cherry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crash Course in Science,
Procol Harum,
Pantaleimon,
Swans,
Babytalk,
Bauhaus,
JFA,
Warren Ellis,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Marcia Griffiths,
Index,
Technova,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Thompson Twins,
The Cramps,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Martian,
Main Source,
The Knickerbockers,
June Days,
Make Up,
Bobby Womack,
The Sound,
10cc,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Royal Trux,
Ken Boothe,
The Moleskins,
Kerri Chandler,
Frankie Knuckles,
Section 25,
Joyce Sims,
Roxette,
Harpers Bizarre,
the Germs,
Blancmange,
Urselle,
Lalann,
Organ,
The Seeds,
Infiniti,
ABBA,
Television,
MDC,
New York Dolls,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Motions,
Silicon Teens,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Dirtbombs,
kango's stein massive,
Average White Band,
Bill Wells,
The Kinks,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Leaves, The Leaves, The Leaves, The Leaves.
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.