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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Beijing.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Don Cherry to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Divine Comedy. All the underground hits.
All Alton Ellis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fear record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lalann record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Interpol,
Michelle Simonal,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Yellowson,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Moebius,
Negative Approach,
T.S.O.L.,
Sällskapet,
Organ,
Sonny Sharrock,
Monks,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Music Machine,
Rites of Spring,
Deadbeat,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Warsaw,
Brothers Johnson,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Country Teasers,
Tom Boy,
Davy DMX,
AZ,
Marc Almond,
The Litter,
Ten City,
The Gap Band,
The New Christs,
Television Personalities,
Minutemen,
The Barracudas,
Fear,
Scott Walker,
Unrelated Segments,
Camberwell Now,
Circle Jerks,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
John Foxx,
Clear Light,
Charles Mingus,
Guru Guru,
Zero Boys,
Black Sheep,
Masters at Work,
Can,
The Fugs,
The Walker Brothers,
Model 500,
Ken Boothe,
Slave,
Aaron Thompson,
Chrome,
Barbara Tucker,
Shoche,
Marshall Jefferson,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Jandek,
Dual Sessions,
Desert Stars,
Soft Machine,
JFA, JFA, JFA, JFA.
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.