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 Bulgaria and from New York.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 Michael McDonald 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 Robert Wyatt to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Faraquet. All the underground hits.
All Erasure tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every UT 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Swell Maps record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Desert Stars,
Wally Richardson,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Khruangbin,
Altered Images,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The J.B.'s,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Technova,
X-102,
Sparks,
Neil Young,
Pere Ubu,
Buzzcocks,
Toni Rubio,
The Cure,
Soul II Soul,
The Vogues,
Heaven 17,
Faust,
Brand Nubian,
Black Pus,
Livin' Joy,
10cc,
The Move,
Quadrant,
Bill Wells,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Mantronix,
Lyres,
Lindisfarne,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
DJ Style,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Judy Mowatt,
Siglo XX,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Jandek,
Derrick Morgan,
The Fire Engines,
Nirvana,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Sonics,
Oneida,
Suburban Knight,
Yazoo,
New York Dolls,
Pagans,
Delta 5,
Ultra Naté,
the Association,
Basic Channel,
The Buckinghams,
Donald Byrd,
Talk Talk,
The Alarm Clocks,
The New Christs,
The Gun Club,
Wings,
Severed Heads, Severed Heads, Severed Heads, Severed Heads.
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.