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 Turkmenistan and from Beijing.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Rotary Connection to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Justin Hinds & The Dominoes. All the underground hits.
All Alison Limerick 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 rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Womack record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Black Dice,
Masters at Work,
Newcleus,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Thee Headcoats,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Fire Engines,
Hoover,
Todd Rundgren,
Half Japanese,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Joey Negro,
Pharoah Sanders,
Little Man,
The Neon Judgement,
Dark Day,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Velvet Underground,
Inner City,
Max Romeo,
Warren Ellis,
Moss Icon,
Rites of Spring,
Los Fastidios,
The Modern Lovers,
Rod Modell,
Judy Mowatt,
Yazoo,
Organ,
Khruangbin,
Fad Gadget,
John Holt,
Massinfluence,
Dual Sessions,
Second Layer,
Soft Cell,
Funky Four + One,
The Gories,
The Monks,
Jimmy McGriff,
Crime,
Electric Prunes,
Oneida,
L. Decosne,
Roxette,
The Dave Clark Five,
Anthony Braxton,
Bobby Womack,
The Evens,
Deepchord,
Freddie Wadling,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Mandrill,
Ponytail,
Charles Mingus,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Quadrant,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Groovy Waters,
Unwound,
Scientists,
Ten City, Ten City, Ten City, Ten City.
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.