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 Slovakia and from Tokyo.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 harpsichord 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 Quantec to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Mars. All the underground hits.
All Severed Heads tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sällskapet 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sunsets and Hearts record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jimmy McGriff,
Moebius,
The Fall,
The Raincoats,
Black Sheep,
Leonard Cohen,
James White and The Blacks,
Bad Manners,
Terrestrial Tones,
Sight & Sound,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Associates,
The Music Machine,
The Gap Band,
Young Marble Giants,
8 Eyed Spy,
Michelle Simonal,
Sam Rivers,
Mars,
Sandy B,
Gang Green,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Soft Machine,
Warsaw,
Kayak,
Black Moon,
Godley & Creme,
Scion,
The Doobie Brothers,
ABBA,
Bush Tetras,
The Seeds,
Ituana,
Peter and Kerry,
Silicon Teens,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Deakin,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Red Krayola,
Arab on Radar,
New York Dolls,
Banda Bassotti,
Delta 5,
Ponytail,
Joensuu 1685,
Clear Light,
Albert Ayler,
Rites of Spring,
Gang of Four,
Sister Nancy,
Kenny Larkin,
The Angels of Light,
Quando Quango,
Kas Product,
Gastr Del Sol,
Jandek,
Lebanon Hanover,
Cymande,
Radio Birdman,
Franke,
K-Klass,
JFA,
Slave, Slave, Slave, Slave.
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.