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 Paraguay and from Tokyo.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Donald Byrd to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 K-Klass. All the underground hits.
All Nation of Ulysses tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oblivians 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Association record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Wake,
Q and Not U,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Chris Corsano,
Guru Guru,
Audionom,
The Index,
Barbara Tucker,
Metal Thangz,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Monochrome Set,
Saccharine Trust,
Spoonie Gee,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Radio Birdman,
Zero Boys,
Roger Hodgson,
EPMD,
Kerrie Biddell,
Drive Like Jehu,
Gang Green,
The Doobie Brothers,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Brick,
The Invisible,
R.M.O.,
The Velvet Underground,
Judy Mowatt,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Lebanon Hanover,
Gong,
T. Rex,
Sonny Sharrock,
Deadbeat,
Eric B and Rakim,
Kaleidoscope,
Minor Threat,
Alton Ellis,
The Star Department,
Camouflage,
Lou Reed,
Urselle,
Boogie Down Productions,
The American Breed,
Blossom Toes,
Lakeside,
Derrick May,
The United States of America,
Vladislav Delay,
Lalo Schifrin,
Zapp,
The Trojans,
Pulsallama,
Gabor Szabo,
Desert Stars,
Shuggie Otis,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Can,
David McCallum,
Tropical Tobacco,
10cc,
cv313,
8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy.
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.