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 New Zealand and from Winnipeg.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Bang On A Can to the funk 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 Man Parrish. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rapeman 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New Age Steppers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soulsonic Force,
Eli Mardock,
Jesper Dahlback,
Amon Düül II,
Scrapy,
The Trojans,
Young Marble Giants,
Fear,
Section 25,
D'Angelo,
Kenny Larkin,
Bauhaus,
MDC,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Unwound,
Robert Wyatt,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Terry Callier,
ABC,
Crispian St. Peters,
Porter Ricks,
10cc,
Sonny Sharrock,
Gang Starr,
kango's stein massive,
The Velvet Underground,
Fad Gadget,
Barrington Levy,
Pagans,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Kevin Saunderson,
Q65,
Suicide,
The Divine Comedy,
Chris Corsano,
The Beau Brummels,
Symarip,
Spoonie Gee,
Eric Copeland,
Lebanon Hanover,
The American Breed,
OOIOO,
Prince Buster,
The Toasters,
Bush Tetras,
Cecil Taylor,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Pantytec,
The Gories,
Radio Birdman,
Tropical Tobacco,
Man Eating Sloth,
Zero Boys,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Japan,
the Soft Cell,
Jandek,
Moebius,
Derrick Morgan,
Eurythmics,
Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke.
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.