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 Mongolia and from Seoul.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the sitar 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 Jeff Mills to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Magma. All the underground hits.
All Anthony Braxton tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The New Christs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Darondo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Invisible,
Aloha Tigers,
Groovy Waters,
Sugar Minott,
Mission of Burma,
Byron Stingily,
L. Decosne,
Danielle Patucci,
Gastr Del Sol,
Tim Buckley,
The Last Poets,
Scion,
Crash Course in Science,
Grandmaster Flash,
Little Man,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Skaos,
The Gap Band,
The Zeros,
Hardrive,
The Sound,
Throbbing Gristle,
Severed Heads,
John Coltrane,
John Lydon,
Gong,
ABC,
Albert Ayler,
The Selecter,
Scan 7,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Matthew Halsall,
Soulsonic Force,
The Gladiators,
Tommy Roe,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Sonic Youth,
Cal Tjader,
Lyres,
Pantytec,
CMW,
Ice-T,
Sun City Girls,
Camberwell Now,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Dennis Brown,
Eli Mardock,
Flamin' Groovies,
EPMD,
Howard Jones,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Main Source,
The Real Kids,
The Durutti Column,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Toasters,
Letta Mbulu,
Bob Dylan,
Livin' Joy,
Sällskapet,
Animal Collective,
Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe.
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.