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 Pakistan and from Accra.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Ronnie Foster to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Flash Fearless. All the underground hits.
All ABC tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Raincoats 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobbi Humphrey record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gastr Del Sol,
Gang of Four,
The Beau Brummels,
Joe Finger,
The Blues Magoos,
Radiohead,
Negative Approach,
Sam Rivers,
Radiopuhelimet,
Guru Guru,
Harpers Bizarre,
AZ,
The Searchers,
Bronski Beat,
The Gories,
Deadbeat,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Alarm Clocks,
Black Flag,
Dual Sessions,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Motions,
Sällskapet,
Joy Division,
This Heat,
Dorothy Ashby,
Soulsonic Force,
Public Image Ltd.,
Ice-T,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Minutemen,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Porter Ricks,
Chris & Cosey,
Nas,
The Walker Brothers,
Blancmange,
Mission of Burma,
Saccharine Trust,
The Count Five,
Idris Muhammad,
Sexual Harrassment,
Eric Dolphy,
Rosa Yemen,
The Doobie Brothers,
Jacques Brel,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Altered Images,
Fugazi,
Soul Sonic Force,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Second Layer,
Arab on Radar,
Mantronix,
Oneida,
Tomorrow,
10cc,
The Moody Blues,
Soft Machine,
Public Enemy,
The Seeds,
The Cosmic Jokers,
the Fania All-Stars,
Clear Light, Clear Light, Clear Light, Clear Light.
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.