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 Uzbekistan and from Winnipeg.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 Michael McDonald 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 Babytalk to the dance 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 Second Layer. All the underground hits.
All Crispy Ambulance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yusef Lateef record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ten City record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chris Corsano,
Swell Maps,
Marc Almond,
Public Enemy,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Todd Rundgren,
Country Teasers,
Vladislav Delay,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Funkadelic,
Rotary Connection,
Junior Murvin,
Television Personalities,
Bad Manners,
Aural Exciters,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Scott Walker,
Peter and Kerry,
David Bowie,
The Slackers,
Banda Bassotti,
KRS-One,
Lou Christie,
Sam Rivers,
Black Bananas,
The Evens,
Negative Approach,
ABBA,
Rakim,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Piero Umiliani,
Pole,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Mad Mike,
Heaven 17,
Kaleidoscope,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Warren Ellis,
Stereo Dub,
Pantaleimon,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Bobby Womack,
Stockholm Monsters,
Drexciya,
Tim Buckley,
Jandek,
Drive Like Jehu,
Camouflage,
Inner City,
Severed Heads,
UT,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Cecil Taylor,
Todd Terry,
Subhumans,
Avey Tare,
Buzzcocks,
The Walker Brothers,
Pantytec,
EPMD,
Derrick Morgan,
Boogie Down Productions,
Porter Ricks,
Pylon, Pylon, Pylon, Pylon.
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.