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 Senegal and from Paris.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 clarinet 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 Jerry's Kids to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The New Christs. All the underground hits.
All Kevin Saunderson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brand Nubian record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a MDC record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
L. Decosne,
Tubeway Army,
Trumans Water,
Severed Heads,
The Fugs,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Gladiators,
Ludus,
Gang Green,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Can,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Barracudas,
Johnny Clarke,
Infiniti,
Black Sheep,
Mary Jane Girls,
Wasted Youth,
Roxette,
MC5,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Eurythmics,
The Dead C,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
the Slits,
Agent Orange,
The Seeds,
Danielle Patucci,
The Velvet Underground,
Rhythm & Sound,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Avey Tare,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Technova,
Yusef Lateef,
Kenny Larkin,
Pharoah Sanders,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Marmalade,
Royal Trux,
Tears for Fears,
Bobby Byrd,
Scott Walker,
The Smiths,
Wally Richardson,
Gang of Four,
Joyce Sims,
The Trojans,
Moebius,
ABBA,
Neil Young,
the Association,
Eden Ahbez,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Sällskapet,
China Crisis,
Ohio Players,
Angry Samoans,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Adolescents,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs.
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.