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 Belize and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 June Days to the jazz 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 Neon Judgement. All the underground hits.
All The Fire Engines tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cluster record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Victims record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Liliput,
Lalann,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Boogie Down Productions,
Pagans,
Unwound,
Harpers Bizarre,
Black Flag,
Tim Buckley,
The Alarm Clocks,
Peter and Kerry,
Trumans Water,
Amazonics,
Desert Stars,
Porter Ricks,
the Slits,
Arcadia,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Alison Limerick,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Pylon,
Lucky Dragons,
Talk Talk,
Colin Newman,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Gang Gang Dance,
Khruangbin,
Supertramp,
Ohio Players,
Subhumans,
Brand Nubian,
Pantytec,
The Offenders,
Fugazi,
Scientists,
Gregory Isaacs,
E-Dancer,
Traffic Nightmare,
Banda Bassotti,
Bobbi Humphrey,
New Age Steppers,
Yaz,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Sixth Finger,
Don Cherry,
Morten Harket,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Vogues,
The Toasters,
Rod Modell,
T.S.O.L.,
Steve Hackett,
The Busters,
The Flesh Eaters,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Brass Construction,
Young Marble Giants,
Skarface,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Shadows of Knight,
Marcia Griffiths,
Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler.
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.