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 Russia and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in 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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 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 Ajijia Myrayebe to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Technova. All the underground hits.
All Parry Music tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Banda Bassotti record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric B and Rakim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Slackers,
Make Up,
Toni Rubio,
Mr. Review,
The Victims,
Wolf Eyes,
Fatback Band,
Average White Band,
The Trojans,
Big Daddy Kane,
Matthew Halsall,
Fat Boys,
Pantytec,
Nils Olav,
Maleditus Sound,
Jandek,
Oneida,
Marc Almond,
Neil Young,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Crash Course in Science,
Johnny Clarke,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
the Human League,
Harry Pussy,
Connie Case,
Lightning Bolt,
The Moleskins,
The Doobie Brothers,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Camouflage,
Hasil Adkins,
Quadrant,
Andrew Hill,
Radiopuhelimet,
Swans,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Public Image Ltd.,
Donald Byrd,
Bobby Byrd,
This Heat,
Al Stewart,
Quando Quango,
Visage,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
the Association,
Avey Tare,
David Bowie,
Bang On A Can,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Lakeside,
Alton Ellis,
Bill Near,
Kool Moe Dee,
ABBA,
Porter Ricks,
Rosa Yemen,
Ken Boothe,
Black Pus,
The Blackbyrds,
Davy DMX,
Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis.
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.