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 Turkey and from New York.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 snare 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 Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Yaz. All the underground hits.
All Icehouse tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun Ra Arkestra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 an oboe and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eyeless In Gaza record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
A Flock of Seagulls,
Vainqueur,
Mission of Burma,
Suburban Knight,
The Raincoats,
Thompson Twins,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Sarah Menescal,
Kerri Chandler,
UT,
The J.B.'s,
Colin Newman,
Rekid,
June Days,
Ronnie Foster,
Derrick Morgan,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Nirvana,
Aswad,
DJ Sneak,
Monks,
The Trojans,
The American Breed,
Bill Near,
Slick Rick,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Mr. Review,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Oblivians,
Depeche Mode,
Gichy Dan,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Traffic Nightmare,
Brick,
Public Enemy,
Excepter,
Wire,
X-Ray Spex,
Young Marble Giants,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Josef K,
R.M.O.,
Pharoah Sanders,
Slave,
Franke,
Lucky Dragons,
Angry Samoans,
Stereo Dub,
Lindisfarne,
Archie Shepp,
The Skatalites,
Ultra Naté,
The Saints,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Invisible,
Camouflage,
Can,
PIL,
David Bowie,
Iggy Pop,
Roy Ayers,
Cecil Taylor,
Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith.
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.