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 Solomon Islands and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
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 The Gun Club to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Roy Ayers Ubiquity. All the underground hits.
All Sun Ra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sam Rivers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 a 808 and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dawn Penn record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
One Last Wish,
Goldenarms,
The Misunderstood,
Half Japanese,
Funky Four + One,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
JFA,
Byron Stingily,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Judy Mowatt,
The Gladiators,
Archie Shepp,
Yellowson,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Josef K,
D'Angelo,
Hardrive,
Faust,
Simply Red,
The Modern Lovers,
Derrick May,
Ronnie Foster,
Man Eating Sloth,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Dawn Penn,
Bizarre Inc.,
Tom Boy,
Swell Maps,
Gang of Four,
OOIOO,
Pulsallama,
The Vogues,
Nirvana,
Girls At Our Best!,
Marmalade,
Carl Craig,
Electric Prunes,
New Order,
Toni Rubio,
Vladislav Delay,
Ten City,
Sex Pistols,
Agent Orange,
Massinfluence,
La Düsseldorf,
Adolescents,
Marc Almond,
FM Einheit,
Arcadia,
Tres Demented,
LL Cool J,
Unrelated Segments,
Dave Gahan,
Stetsasonic,
Pere Ubu,
Isaac Hayes,
The Last Poets,
Clear Light,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Jeff Mills,
John Cale,
Ultimate Spinach,
Chris Corsano, Chris Corsano, Chris Corsano, Chris Corsano.
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.