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 Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Bluetip to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Charles Mingus. All the underground hits.
All Gang of Four tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Man Eating Sloth 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Wake record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cramps,
Arab on Radar,
The Moody Blues,
Cecil Taylor,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Names,
The Doors,
Patti Smith,
Johnny Clarke,
Toni Rubio,
The Associates,
Kool Moe Dee,
World's Most,
EPMD,
Lou Reed,
Sparks,
Terry Callier,
Shuggie Otis,
Derrick May,
Sex Pistols,
Kerri Chandler,
Marmalade,
The Mojo Men,
F. McDonald,
The Mummies,
Gang of Four,
Roxette,
Thee Headcoats,
Rhythm & Sound,
Unrelated Segments,
These Immortal Souls,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Jeff Mills,
The Grass Roots,
Fluxion,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
ABBA,
OOIOO,
Crash Course in Science,
Lungfish,
Theoretical Girls,
Lucky Dragons,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Todd Rundgren,
Delon & Dalcan,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Real Kids,
Procol Harum,
Black Sheep,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Outsiders,
Joensuu 1685,
Pierre Henry,
Brass Construction,
Model 500,
Television,
Lightning Bolt,
Robert Hood,
Maleditus Sound,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Eurythmics,
Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance.
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.