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 Turkey and from Sao Paulo.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 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 Jesper Dahlbäck to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Swans. All the underground hits.
All Roxette tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Andrew Hill 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Essential Logic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Curtis Mayfield,
Grey Daturas,
Lou Christie,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Talk Talk,
Gang Gang Dance,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Gil Scott Heron,
the Association,
Whodini,
Soul II Soul,
Zero Boys,
In Retrospect,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Cluster,
Can,
DJ Sneak,
Wasted Youth,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
David Axelrod,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Television,
Rhythm & Sound,
Brand Nubian,
Excepter,
the Bar-Kays,
The Electric Prunes,
Wings,
Ronan,
ABBA,
Scott Walker,
JFA,
The Gap Band,
Wolf Eyes,
Iggy Pop,
The Flesh Eaters,
Theoretical Girls,
MDC,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Fall,
Donald Byrd,
Main Source,
John Holt,
Moebius,
Hardrive,
Kayak,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Martian,
Severed Heads,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Pere Ubu,
Lyres,
Flipper,
The Barracudas,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Black Dice,
The Golliwogs,
Sun City Girls,
One Last Wish,
Trumans Water,
Banda Bassotti,
Black Bananas,
Section 25,
Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope.
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.