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 Mali and from Stockholm.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the guitar 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 Joensuu 1685 to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Lebanon Hanover. All the underground hits.
All Terrestrial Tones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dorothy Ashby record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gichy Dan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gregory Isaacs,
Albert Ayler,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Panda Bear,
Harpers Bizarre,
Marc Almond,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Gap Band,
Section 25,
China Crisis,
Maleditus Sound,
AZ,
Quando Quango,
Jerry's Kids,
Kayak,
Wire,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Mark Hollis,
Dead Boys,
The Gladiators,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Monks,
Newcleus,
Circle Jerks,
Robert Görl,
Schoolly D,
Talk Talk,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Slave,
KRS-One,
Gong,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
John Holt,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Moby Grape,
Gang Gang Dance,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Iggy Pop,
The Litter,
Pussy Galore,
The Count Five,
Brass Construction,
The Doors,
Tres Demented,
Alton Ellis,
The Shadows of Knight,
Vainqueur,
The Electric Prunes,
One Last Wish,
Bobby Sherman,
Mr. Review,
Icehouse,
The Gun Club,
Charles Mingus,
Delon & Dalcan,
James Chance & The Contortions,
B.T. Express,
Dark Day,
Sun Ra,
Soft Machine, Soft Machine, Soft Machine, Soft Machine.
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.