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 Lithuania and from Lyon.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 synthesizer 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 Ohio Players to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 John Cale. All the underground hits.
All John Lydon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hashim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
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 Eric Dolphy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Slits,
D'Angelo,
Derrick Morgan,
In Retrospect,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Move,
Josef K,
Jacob Miller,
Y Pants,
The Sonics,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Blues Magoos,
Scrapy,
Idris Muhammad,
Index,
Pagans,
The Shadows of Knight,
Alice Coltrane,
Buzzcocks,
The Knickerbockers,
Gang Green,
Japan,
the Germs,
Metal Thangz,
Michelle Simonal,
Lalo Schifrin,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Zero Boys,
Letta Mbulu,
Television Personalities,
B.T. Express,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
KRS-One,
Panda Bear,
Hashim,
Bob Dylan,
Iggy Pop,
OOIOO,
Minor Threat,
Suicide,
Howard Jones,
Flamin' Groovies,
Kenny Larkin,
The Five Americans,
Rosa Yemen,
Arcadia,
The Doobie Brothers,
Minny Pops,
Circle Jerks,
The Smoke,
Glenn Branca,
Susan Cadogan,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Eve St. Jones,
The Fire Engines,
Terrestrial Tones,
A Certain Ratio,
Colin Newman,
Nas,
Crime,
John Lydon,
Dorothy Ashby,
Sun Ra,
The Barracudas,
Clear Light, Clear Light, Clear Light, Clear Light.
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.