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 Denmark and from Cairo.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Fifty Foot Hose to the funk 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 Crispy Ambulance. All the underground hits.
All Public Image Ltd. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Be Bop Deluxe 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scratch Acid record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rhythm & Sound,
Niagra,
Magazine,
The Moleskins,
the Association,
The Flesh Eaters,
Khruangbin,
Gong,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
the Human League,
Don Cherry,
Anakelly,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Yazoo,
Tubeway Army,
Ponytail,
Hashim,
Max Romeo,
Nirvana,
Vladislav Delay,
Sister Nancy,
Mark Hollis,
Neil Young,
Half Japanese,
Dark Day,
Pantytec,
Rakim,
Throbbing Gristle,
Ronan,
Soul Sonic Force,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Offenders,
Cluster,
Bob Dylan,
New York Dolls,
Rites of Spring,
Wally Richardson,
Moss Icon,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Fuzztones,
K-Klass,
Leonard Cohen,
Harmonia,
The Litter,
Roger Hodgson,
Anthony Braxton,
Marcia Griffiths,
Graham Central Station,
Marc Almond,
The United States of America,
Kas Product,
Lebanon Hanover,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Marmalade,
Curtis Mayfield,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Easy Going,
D'Angelo,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Ituana,
Robert Görl,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Gladiators, The Gladiators, The Gladiators, The Gladiators.
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.