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 Barbados and from Sao Paulo.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Oneida to the techno 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 Gang of Four. All the underground hits.
All Scrapy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every U.S. Maple record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Todd Terry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Chris Corsano,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Electric Prunes,
the Human League,
Alton Ellis,
Robert Wyatt,
Eddi Front,
Newcleus,
The Index,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Happenings,
David Axelrod,
The Gladiators,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Quando Quango,
Black Flag,
Wings,
Black Bananas,
The Zeros,
Neil Young,
Roxy Music,
Khruangbin,
John Holt,
Brick,
Spandau Ballet,
Unrelated Segments,
Andrew Hill,
Chris & Cosey,
Fear,
Y Pants,
Underground Resistance,
Jandek,
Terrestrial Tones,
Aswad,
Ludus,
Marshall Jefferson,
Heaven 17,
Shoche,
KRS-One,
Scientists,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Laurel Aitken,
Archie Shepp,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Boogie Down Productions,
Black Moon,
Von Mondo,
Robert Görl,
The Move,
The Velvet Underground,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Gap Band,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Hashim,
Faust,
Tom Boy,
Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish.
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.