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 Denmark and from Manchester.
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 Sao Paulo and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Lee Hazlewood to the funk 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 June Days. All the underground hits.
All Hardrive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yaz 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Flesh Eaters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Faust,
The Gories,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Chris & Cosey,
Joe Smooth,
June of 44,
Soul II Soul,
Kevin Saunderson,
Jimmy McGriff,
Kool Moe Dee,
Johnny Osbourne,
Tomorrow,
Camberwell Now,
Marmalade,
Gabor Szabo,
Sonny Sharrock,
Sonic Youth,
Rapeman,
Zapp,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Albert Ayler,
Altered Images,
Neil Young,
10cc,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Move,
Angry Samoans,
Sarah Menescal,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Urselle,
Soul Sonic Force,
Barbara Tucker,
Bluetip,
Livin' Joy,
The Velvet Underground,
Lucky Dragons,
Nas,
Aloha Tigers,
Jeff Mills,
Tres Demented,
The Dirtbombs,
Minutemen,
Hardrive,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Siglo XX,
Eve St. Jones,
Deepchord,
Warren Ellis,
T. Rex,
The Birthday Party,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Heaven 17,
Metal Thangz,
Alice Coltrane,
JFA,
The Cramps,
Underground Resistance,
AZ,
The Young Rascals,
Circle Jerks,
Stetsasonic,
Kenny Larkin,
Delta 5,
The Sound, The Sound, The Sound, The Sound.
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.