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 Tonga and from Stockholm.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Tres Demented to the rock 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 Anthony Braxton. All the underground hits.
All Inner City tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roy Ayers Ubiquity record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Pop Group record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
June Days,
Scott Walker,
Erykah Badu,
Pet Shop Boys,
Terrestrial Tones,
Fad Gadget,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
X-102,
Tom Boy,
Rites of Spring,
Soul II Soul,
Nik Kershaw,
Sugar Minott,
The Electric Prunes,
Derrick May,
Isaac Hayes,
The Dirtbombs,
Danielle Patucci,
Gastr Del Sol,
Radiopuhelimet,
Unwound,
The Gun Club,
Pantytec,
Freddie Wadling,
John Foxx,
MDC,
The Neon Judgement,
Au Pairs,
Circle Jerks,
Soulsonic Force,
Reuben Wilson,
The Detroit Cobras,
Mad Mike,
Talk Talk,
Alton Ellis,
Reagan Youth,
Gong,
Goldenarms,
Khruangbin,
Stereo Dub,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Gabor Szabo,
X-101,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Durutti Column,
Barrington Levy,
Kerri Chandler,
Echospace,
Marvin Gaye,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Barclay James Harvest,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Dave Clark Five,
Mission of Burma,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Essential Logic,
The Residents,
Vainqueur,
Johnny Clarke,
Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock.
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.