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 Colombia and from Toronto.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Parry Music 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 Symarip. All the underground hits.
All The Raincoats tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pantytec record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cabaret Voltaire record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Gastr Del Sol,
Liliput,
the Germs,
Nick Fraelich,
Franke,
Gong,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Sällskapet,
Theoretical Girls,
The Litter,
Jandek,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
David Axelrod,
The Tremeloes,
Essential Logic,
Rosa Yemen,
Y Pants,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Soft Machine,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Sixth Finger,
Morten Harket,
Harpers Bizarre,
Yusef Lateef,
Joensuu 1685,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Shuggie Otis,
Skarface,
Average White Band,
Radiohead,
Sparks,
Anthony Braxton,
The Durutti Column,
Cameo,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Faraquet,
Interpol,
Maurizio,
Robert Hood,
Zapp,
Frankie Knuckles,
Vainqueur,
Connie Case,
Grey Daturas,
Minnie Riperton,
Unwound,
10cc,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Leaves,
Harry Pussy,
Minny Pops,
Tom Boy,
New York Dolls,
Ludus,
Animal Collective,
The Gories,
Kas Product,
Mad Mike,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Lakeside,
The Offenders,
Lower 48,
Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive.
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.