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 Sudan and from Woodstock.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Lagos.
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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 John Cale to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Tim Buckley. All the underground hits.
All Pere Ubu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jawbox record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Theoretical Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Piero Umiliani,
Bronski Beat,
Delta 5,
Avey Tare,
Iggy Pop,
The Happenings,
AZ,
The Golliwogs,
Parry Music,
KRS-One,
Marc Almond,
Minny Pops,
World's Most,
Marshall Jefferson,
10cc,
June of 44,
Animal Collective,
Patti Smith,
Aaron Thompson,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Freddie Wadling,
Boredoms,
Kas Product,
T. Rex,
The Slackers,
Blake Baxter,
The Beau Brummels,
The Blackbyrds,
Eli Mardock,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Crispian St. Peters,
Susan Cadogan,
Saccharine Trust,
Alice Coltrane,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Boogie Down Productions,
Harmonia,
The Skatalites,
Con Funk Shun,
Sam Rivers,
The Fire Engines,
Slick Rick,
Television,
Can,
Mary Jane Girls,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Move,
The Gap Band,
James White and The Blacks,
Livin' Joy,
The Barracudas,
Severed Heads,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Litter,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Pagans,
The Mummies,
Adolescents, Adolescents, Adolescents, Adolescents.
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.