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 Nepal and from Winnipeg.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Lindisfarne to the electroclash 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 Music Machine. All the underground hits.
All Fluxion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ornette Coleman 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jesper Dahlback,
The Gun Club,
Malaria!,
Urselle,
Tres Demented,
Lou Christie,
Harmonia,
MC5,
The Martian,
Vladislav Delay,
Brass Construction,
10cc,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Marshall Jefferson,
Peter and Kerry,
Joy Division,
Ice-T,
Easy Going,
Rhythm & Sound,
Monks,
Robert Görl,
The Names,
Country Teasers,
The United States of America,
Neil Young,
John Holt,
Television Personalities,
Steve Hackett,
The American Breed,
OOIOO,
Ten City,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Cluster,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Fuzztones,
The Monochrome Set,
Babytalk,
Skaos,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Marine Girls,
Masters at Work,
K-Klass,
KRS-One,
Scion,
Letta Mbulu,
The Searchers,
The Skatalites,
Andrew Hill,
Oneida,
The Golliwogs,
Anthony Braxton,
The Alarm Clocks,
Lebanon Hanover,
Dead Boys,
Lalann,
Tropical Tobacco,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
T.S.O.L.,
Banda Bassotti,
Yazoo,
Anakelly,
David Bowie,
Fat Boys,
Swell Maps, Swell Maps, Swell Maps, Swell Maps.
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.