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 Monaco and from Lyon.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 The Shadows of Knight to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Popol Vuh. All the underground hits.
All Barbara Tucker tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 48th St. Collective 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 a clarinet and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dennis Brown record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Doors,
KRS-One,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Simply Red,
Tres Demented,
The Monochrome Set,
The Electric Prunes,
Angry Samoans,
Groovy Waters,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Roxette,
the Bar-Kays,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Black Sheep,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Main Source,
Can,
Scientists,
Nick Fraelich,
Gong,
Spandau Ballet,
Inner City,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Gabor Szabo,
Circle Jerks,
B.T. Express,
Monolake,
The Gun Club,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Television Personalities,
AZ,
New Order,
Negative Approach,
Judy Mowatt,
Harmonia,
Lyres,
Yellowson,
Kas Product,
Silicon Teens,
Ralphi Rosario,
Sonic Youth,
Ice-T,
The Cramps,
Freddie Wadling,
A Certain Ratio,
Suicide,
Model 500,
Blossom Toes,
Idris Muhammad,
The Moleskins,
Tubeway Army,
The American Breed,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Jerry's Kids,
Barry Ungar,
Barrington Levy,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Fortunes,
DNA,
World's Most,
Spoonie Gee,
Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars.
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.