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 Morocco and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Edmonton.
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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
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 Albert Ayler to the grunge 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 Drive Like Jehu. All the underground hits.
All John Foxx tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Flesh Eaters 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radiohead record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Metal Thangz,
Panda Bear,
Procol Harum,
Laurel Aitken,
Grandmaster Flash,
Kaleidoscope,
Lower 48,
B.T. Express,
Jeff Lynne,
H. Thieme,
Letta Mbulu,
MDC,
Tomorrow,
Dual Sessions,
The American Breed,
The Leaves,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Juan Atkins,
Skarface,
The Red Krayola,
The Skatalites,
Drexciya,
The Monochrome Set,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Magma,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
the Soft Cell,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Matthew Bourne,
Moebius,
Thompson Twins,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Terrestrial Tones,
Jerry's Kids,
Rufus Thomas,
Ronnie Foster,
FM Einheit,
Alton Ellis,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Wake,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Alice Coltrane,
Organ,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Quando Quango,
The Neon Judgement,
David McCallum,
Slick Rick,
Rhythm & Sound,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Tremeloes,
Radio Birdman,
Soft Machine,
The Doors,
Television Personalities,
Soul Sonic Force,
Siglo XX,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen.
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.