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 Burundi and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in 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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 marimba 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 Andrew Hill to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Crooked Eye. All the underground hits.
All Section 25 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Das Ding record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Echospace record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brick,
Wally Richardson,
Hot Snakes,
Alton Ellis,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Modern Lovers,
Deakin,
Mo-Dettes,
Ronan,
Ralphi Rosario,
Kerrie Biddell,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Harmonia,
The Gladiators,
Bobby Byrd,
The Saints,
Soft Cell,
Fat Boys,
Panda Bear,
New Age Steppers,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Metal Thangz,
Peter & Gordon,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Zero Boys,
L. Decosne,
B.T. Express,
Country Teasers,
Tubeway Army,
Dark Day,
Jerry's Kids,
Lungfish,
Blake Baxter,
Aural Exciters,
Chris & Cosey,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Quantec,
Agitation Free,
Pierre Henry,
Mission of Burma,
Pantytec,
Slave,
Gang Starr,
The Alarm Clocks,
Shoche,
The American Breed,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Bad Manners,
Technova,
The Knickerbockers,
Johnny Osbourne,
Inner City,
Cymande,
Deadbeat,
Moebius,
Swell Maps,
The Gun Club,
Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty.
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.