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 Peru and from Copenhagen.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Men They Couldn't Hang. All the underground hits.
All Mary Jane Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Richard Hell and the Voidoids record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 spring reverb and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neil Young & Crazy Horse record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
a-ha,
Cecil Taylor,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Bootsy Collins,
Maleditus Sound,
Soulsonic Force,
Subhumans,
Das Ding,
Silicon Teens,
8 Eyed Spy,
Gichy Dan,
Joy Division,
Trumans Water,
The Blackbyrds,
Camouflage,
Absolute Body Control,
Alison Limerick,
Sonny Sharrock,
Deepchord,
cv313,
The Associates,
The Dirtbombs,
Cheater Slicks,
Donald Byrd,
Sexual Harrassment,
Peter and Kerry,
the Germs,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Jimmy McGriff,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Basic Channel,
Livin' Joy,
Pierre Henry,
Clear Light,
The Gladiators,
Roxy Music,
John Coltrane,
New Age Steppers,
The Index,
Yusef Lateef,
A Certain Ratio,
Robert Hood,
Johnny Osbourne,
Prince Buster,
X-101,
Alton Ellis,
Kayak,
Deadbeat,
June Days,
Danielle Patucci,
Harry Pussy,
The Trojans,
Echospace,
Cameo,
Gong,
Urselle,
China Crisis,
Electric Prunes,
The Star Department,
Fluxion, Fluxion, Fluxion, Fluxion.
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.