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 Botswana and from Bremen.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Evens to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Essential Logic. All the underground hits.
All Pantaleimon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barry Ungar 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Massinfluence record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Erykah Badu,
Smog,
Alphaville,
Brand Nubian,
The Wake,
Charles Mingus,
Groovy Waters,
Wings,
The Vogues,
Tomorrow,
Deepchord,
Soft Cell,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
LL Cool J,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Interpol,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Rotary Connection,
The Gun Club,
Main Source,
Q and Not U,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Flipper,
Magazine,
CMW,
Pere Ubu,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Bobby Womack,
Gil Scott Heron,
Ludus,
Blossom Toes,
Depeche Mode,
The Smoke,
FM Einheit,
Anakelly,
David Bowie,
Pylon,
The Alarm Clocks,
Monks,
Steve Hackett,
Deakin,
Aural Exciters,
Ultra Naté,
Traffic Nightmare,
Half Japanese,
Roxy Music,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Alice Coltrane,
Bill Near,
Outsiders,
Stockholm Monsters,
Thompson Twins,
Isaac Hayes,
Au Pairs,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
ABC,
The Raincoats,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Dual Sessions,
Ronan,
Sex Pistols,
Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust.
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.