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 Portugal and from Bologna.
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 Houston and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 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 The Barracudas to the funk 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 Bobby Womack. All the underground hits.
All Make Up tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cecil Taylor record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Q and Not U record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grauzone,
Black Moon,
Aswad,
Lakeside,
Heaven 17,
EPMD,
Roger Hodgson,
The Index,
Circle Jerks,
Talk Talk,
The Smoke,
Grandmaster Flash,
Boogie Down Productions,
Roxette,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Marshall Jefferson,
Loose Ends,
The Skatalites,
Main Source,
Easy Going,
Pantytec,
Black Flag,
Soft Machine,
Darondo,
Joyce Sims,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Patti Smith,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Alison Limerick,
Gichy Dan,
Kevin Saunderson,
AZ,
Alice Coltrane,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Amon Düül,
Skriet,
Saccharine Trust,
Howard Jones,
Eve St. Jones,
Chrome,
Massinfluence,
Suburban Knight,
Das Ding,
Gil Scott Heron,
Joensuu 1685,
Joy Division,
Electric Prunes,
Harry Pussy,
The Selecter,
Rekid,
Oneida,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Lungfish,
Half Japanese,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Audionom,
Mantronix,
Pet Shop Boys,
Stockholm Monsters,
Quantec,
Schoolly D,
Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection.
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.