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 Nepal and from Edmonton.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 rhodes 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 Kool G Rap & DJ Polo to the rap 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 Camouflage. All the underground hits.
All Can tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Seeds 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Basic Channel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Icehouse,
Bizarre Inc.,
Glenn Branca,
John Lydon,
Joyce Sims,
Mr. Review,
Amon Düül II,
Babytalk,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Slits,
Rod Modell,
Swans,
X-Ray Spex,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Blancmange,
Gichy Dan,
Crispian St. Peters,
Black Flag,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Royal Trux,
X-101,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Oneida,
Intrusion,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Spoonie Gee,
Leonard Cohen,
Crooked Eye,
The Pretty Things,
Crime,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Jerry's Kids,
James White and The Blacks,
Crash Course in Science,
Loose Ends,
Brass Construction,
Archie Shepp,
K-Klass,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Anthony Braxton,
Ronan,
Audionom,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Slave,
The Gun Club,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Eric Dolphy,
U.S. Maple,
Donald Byrd,
Eden Ahbez,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Sound Behaviour,
Man Eating Sloth,
Ice-T,
Gastr Del Sol,
Basic Channel,
World's Most, World's Most, World's Most, World's Most.
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.