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 Burkina and from Philadelphia.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Beasts of Bourbon to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Raincoats. All the underground hits.
All Drive Like Jehu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Monks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Todd Terry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terry Callier,
The Modern Lovers,
Swans,
PIL,
Althea and Donna,
Arab on Radar,
The Gap Band,
Dead Boys,
Rites of Spring,
Goldenarms,
Vladislav Delay,
Tim Buckley,
Don Cherry,
Dawn Penn,
Bang On A Can,
Moss Icon,
Desert Stars,
Rekid,
The Offenders,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Grey Daturas,
Donald Byrd,
Drive Like Jehu,
Reuben Wilson,
Lalo Schifrin,
Pulsallama,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
World's Most,
Babytalk,
Radiohead,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Rakim,
X-102,
Roy Ayers,
Simply Red,
Jeff Mills,
Quadrant,
The Trojans,
Marcia Griffiths,
Soft Cell,
Minutemen,
Camberwell Now,
John Coltrane,
Crime,
Rotary Connection,
Flipper,
Delta 5,
Derrick Morgan,
The Alarm Clocks,
Laurel Aitken,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Dirtbombs,
Bauhaus,
Morten Harket,
Bob Dylan,
The Victims,
Los Fastidios,
The Gun Club,
Nirvana,
Bizarre Inc.,
Fugazi,
Marine Girls, Marine Girls, Marine Girls, Marine Girls.
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.