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 Vietnam and from Manila.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Steve Hackett to the techno 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 Johnny Clarke. All the underground hits.
All Ice-T tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Chocolate Watch Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gichy Dan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Blues Magoos,
Kurtis Blow,
Spoonie Gee,
Skaos,
Symarip,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Suicide,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Mantronix,
Wings,
Tommy Roe,
Brothers Johnson,
10cc,
Negative Approach,
Mars,
Skarface,
Pere Ubu,
Sex Pistols,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Nils Olav,
Bizarre Inc.,
Archie Shepp,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Gastr Del Sol,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Jawbox,
Lyres,
the Sonics,
K-Klass,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Slackers,
The Searchers,
Technova,
Bobby Womack,
Barclay James Harvest,
Lakeside,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Trumans Water,
Severed Heads,
Jandek,
The Evens,
Young Marble Giants,
The Angels of Light,
Con Funk Shun,
Excepter,
Tubeway Army,
Ponytail,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Sound,
Clear Light,
Audionom,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Anthony Braxton,
Unrelated Segments,
Ronan,
Spandau Ballet,
Fat Boys, Fat Boys, Fat Boys, Fat Boys.
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.