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 Eritrea and from Manchester.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 linndrum 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 Intrusion to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Barry Ungar. All the underground hits.
All Country Joe & The Fish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rosa Yemen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Names record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
World's Most,
Lakeside,
Ituana,
Cecil Taylor,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Blackbyrds,
Eric Copeland,
Los Fastidios,
Scrapy,
ABC,
Skaos,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Royal Trux,
The Selecter,
Black Sheep,
Mary Jane Girls,
Dual Sessions,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Stockholm Monsters,
kango's stein massive,
KRS-One,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Stetsasonic,
John Coltrane,
Babytalk,
Jimmy McGriff,
John Holt,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Alarm Clocks,
Spandau Ballet,
Porter Ricks,
Visage,
the Sonics,
Gabor Szabo,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Young Marble Giants,
The American Breed,
Japan,
The Red Krayola,
The Fall,
DNA,
Rakim,
The Pretty Things,
Pole,
Andrew Hill,
Gerry Rafferty,
Bizarre Inc.,
Brothers Johnson,
Mars,
Rekid,
The Divine Comedy,
Pharoah Sanders,
James White and The Blacks,
Marmalade,
Clear Light,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Pierre Henry,
Yellowson,
the Germs,
Roxy Music,
The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues.
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.