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 Tokyo.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 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 Don Cherry to the techno 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 Soft Cell. All the underground hits.
All Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Notorious Big And Bone Thugs 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fear record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skriet,
Theoretical Girls,
James White and The Blacks,
Wasted Youth,
Tomorrow,
Mars,
Wally Richardson,
Boz Scaggs,
The Zeros,
Ponytail,
Fela Kuti,
Lalo Schifrin,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Tubeway Army,
Infiniti,
Altered Images,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Sugar Minott,
Y Pants,
K-Klass,
Groovy Waters,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Kayak,
Charles Mingus,
Negative Approach,
Bootsy Collins,
MC5,
DNA,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Connie Case,
Niagra,
ABC,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
David McCallum,
Warren Ellis,
Sonny Sharrock,
In Retrospect,
Youth Brigade,
Monolake,
the Sonics,
Jacques Brel,
Aaron Thompson,
Circle Jerks,
The Sisters of Mercy,
John Coltrane,
Slick Rick,
Kevin Saunderson,
X-101,
Make Up,
World's Most,
The Durutti Column,
Camouflage,
Moebius,
Black Bananas,
Glambeats Corp.,
Lalann,
Colin Newman,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Second Layer,
Yellowson,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Liliput,
Black Moon, Black Moon, Black Moon, Black Moon.
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.