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 Zambia and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Woodstock.
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 clarinet 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 F. McDonald to the electroclash 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 The Sound. All the underground hits.
All The Remains tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Zero Boys 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Anthony Braxton record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jesper Dahlback,
John Lydon,
the Germs,
The Fugs,
The Index,
Zapp,
Skaos,
The Electric Prunes,
Gong,
Jacob Miller,
The Beau Brummels,
Grauzone,
The Flesh Eaters,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Bobby Byrd,
Bad Manners,
Agent Orange,
Ken Boothe,
Nick Fraelich,
World's Most,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Monochrome Set,
Jeff Lynne,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Barbara Tucker,
a-ha,
The Velvet Underground,
The Victims,
The J.B.'s,
Public Enemy,
the Bar-Kays,
Basic Channel,
The Remains,
Organ,
Rapeman,
Fat Boys,
Pantaleimon,
The Dead C,
Donny Hathaway,
Howard Jones,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Royal Trux,
Bill Near,
Erykah Badu,
John Cale,
Cybotron,
The Offenders,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Anthony Braxton,
Youth Brigade,
Tommy Roe,
Lindisfarne,
Simply Red,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Oblivians,
The Golliwogs,
Bang On A Can,
Big Daddy Kane,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill.
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.