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 France and from Glasgow.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 chamberlin 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 Gian Franco Pienzio to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Dorothy Ashby. All the underground hits.
All Carl Craig tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mighty Diamonds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric Dolphy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blossom Toes,
Symarip,
Vladislav Delay,
The Index,
The Blues Magoos,
Average White Band,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
James White and The Blacks,
Liliput,
Rod Modell,
Jacob Miller,
Pierre Henry,
T. Rex,
Stereo Dub,
Kerri Chandler,
Mars,
Gang Gang Dance,
Smog,
The Star Department,
Quando Quango,
Sonic Youth,
Jeff Mills,
Black Moon,
The Residents,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Faraquet,
Ralphi Rosario,
Ludus,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Cecil Taylor,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Wings,
Derrick Morgan,
Andrew Hill,
Arab on Radar,
Moss Icon,
The Gladiators,
B.T. Express,
The Smoke,
These Immortal Souls,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Depeche Mode,
Eli Mardock,
Matthew Bourne,
Tomorrow,
Loose Ends,
Pharoah Sanders,
Radiohead,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Roxette,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Human League,
In Retrospect,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Althea and Donna,
Monolake,
The Count Five,
Mr. Review,
Tom Boy,
the Human League,
E-Dancer,
KRS-One, KRS-One, KRS-One, KRS-One.
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.