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 Morocco and from Stockholm.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Fugs to the grime 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 Echospace. All the underground hits.
All Man Eating Sloth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Television Personalities record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Major Organ And The Adding Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Isaac Hayes,
Intrusion,
The Shadows of Knight,
Tom Boy,
Todd Rundgren,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Litter,
The Alarm Clocks,
DJ Style,
X-102,
Sarah Menescal,
the Bar-Kays,
Tropical Tobacco,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Golliwogs,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
ABBA,
Eli Mardock,
The Velvet Underground,
Pierre Henry,
Gang of Four,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Average White Band,
The Gun Club,
Gang Starr,
The Tremeloes,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Music Machine,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Khruangbin,
Saccharine Trust,
Man Parrish,
Crispy Ambulance,
Swans,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Hardrive,
T. Rex,
The Angels of Light,
Lee Hazlewood,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Leonard Cohen,
Junior Murvin,
Black Sheep,
Aural Exciters,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Slackers,
Sam Rivers,
Patti Smith,
Whodini,
Flipper,
Ronan,
Scion,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Loose Ends,
Vainqueur,
Byron Stingily,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Country Teasers,
Johnny Osbourne,
This Heat,
The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines.
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.