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 Belgium and from Madrid.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 David Bowie 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 Bang on a Can All-Stars to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Marc Almond. All the underground hits.
All Deepchord tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oblivians 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kerri Chandler record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oblivians,
It's A Beautiful Day,
X-101,
Joyce Sims,
Mandrill,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Faraquet,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Eve St. Jones,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Liliput,
The Durutti Column,
Robert Görl,
Minny Pops,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Vogues,
Camberwell Now,
The Happenings,
Scientists,
OOIOO,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Arthur Verocai,
Neil Young,
Whodini,
David McCallum,
Lalann,
Rapeman,
Bauhaus,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Sun City Girls,
Cal Tjader,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Mojo Men,
Prince Buster,
Yaz,
The Offenders,
Stockholm Monsters,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Thee Headcoats,
Massinfluence,
James White and The Blacks,
Juan Atkins,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The New Christs,
Ludus,
The Fuzztones,
Flipper,
The Fugs,
Lindisfarne,
Rod Modell,
the Bar-Kays,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Yusef Lateef,
Subhumans,
Camouflage,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
The Selecter,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Faust,
Gichy Dan,
Bill Wells,
Ituana, Ituana, Ituana, Ituana.
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.