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 Belize and from Toronto.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the oboe 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 The Misunderstood to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Robert Wyatt. All the underground hits.
All Chris & Cosey tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Suburban Knight record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alice Coltrane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pantaleimon,
Black Flag,
Section 25,
Todd Terry,
Interpol,
Scrapy,
48th St. Collective,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Theoretical Girls,
Roxy Music,
The Last Poets,
Neu!,
Mark Hollis,
Bill Wells,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Jeff Mills,
Public Enemy,
Metal Thangz,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Durutti Column,
Altered Images,
The Misunderstood,
The Doors,
The Monochrome Set,
FM Einheit,
The Techniques,
kango's stein massive,
Au Pairs,
Smog,
Mr. Review,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Minor Threat,
Graham Central Station,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Icehouse,
Reagan Youth,
The Velvet Underground,
Scratch Acid,
Pharoah Sanders,
Radio Birdman,
The Fortunes,
Gastr Del Sol,
Malaria!,
Eric Dolphy,
Al Stewart,
Chrome,
The Selecter,
Organ,
Young Marble Giants,
PIL,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Grass Roots,
Fluxion,
Michelle Simonal,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Mojo Men,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Eurythmics,
Brass Construction, Brass Construction, Brass Construction, Brass Construction.
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.