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 Kyrgyzstan 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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Tehran.
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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Pylon to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Tommy Roe. All the underground hits.
All Archie Shepp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lindisfarne 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Royal Trux record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Reuben Wilson,
Royal Trux,
UT,
Carl Craig,
Harmonia,
Charles Mingus,
The Sonics,
Model 500,
Pulsallama,
Black Moon,
Swans,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Seeds,
Barclay James Harvest,
Ituana,
Aaron Thompson,
Rapeman,
Joey Negro,
Crispy Ambulance,
Lalo Schifrin,
Section 25,
Livin' Joy,
Robert Görl,
The Techniques,
Jacques Brel,
Howard Jones,
MDC,
Little Man,
Byron Stingily,
CMW,
Television,
Magazine,
Leonard Cohen,
Marc Almond,
Josef K,
Fad Gadget,
Average White Band,
Joe Smooth,
The Angels of Light,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Don Cherry,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
A Certain Ratio,
La Düsseldorf,
DJ Style,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Soul Sonic Force,
Public Enemy,
Masters at Work,
Swell Maps,
New Age Steppers,
Joe Finger,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Slave,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Invisible,
U.S. Maple,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Eric Dolphy,
Warsaw,
Quantec,
Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti.
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.