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 Gambia and from Tehran.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 linndrum 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 Average White Band to the funk 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 Japan. All the underground hits.
All Terrestrial Tones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oneida record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a June of 44 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barbara Tucker,
Fear,
Anakelly,
Faraquet,
T.S.O.L.,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
F. McDonald,
Monolake,
Desert Stars,
The Velvet Underground,
The Toasters,
Khruangbin,
Mission of Burma,
Young Marble Giants,
Bobby Sherman,
Magma,
Popol Vuh,
Don Cherry,
Ossler,
Joe Finger,
The Real Kids,
The Seeds,
Barclay James Harvest,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Stetsasonic,
The Victims,
Circle Jerks,
Bluetip,
The Fire Engines,
Monks,
Reuben Wilson,
Matthew Halsall,
Harmonia,
This Heat,
The Sound,
Half Japanese,
Jacob Miller,
Ponytail,
Michelle Simonal,
Robert Görl,
Susan Cadogan,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Leonard Cohen,
Mary Jane Girls,
PIL,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Lou Reed,
James White and The Blacks,
Robert Wyatt,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Minor Threat,
Absolute Body Control,
The Stooges,
Blancmange,
L. Decosne,
Bob Dylan,
Yaz,
David McCallum,
Oblivians,
Derrick Morgan,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic, Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic, Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic, Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic.
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.