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 Togo and from Paris.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Main Source to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Tom Boy. All the underground hits.
All The Gories tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Y Pants record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Shadows of Knight record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Jawbox,
Section 25,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Erasure,
Bush Tetras,
Blake Baxter,
Country Teasers,
Lee Hazlewood,
Aural Exciters,
K-Klass,
Jacques Brel,
Archie Shepp,
Hot Snakes,
Massinfluence,
Japan,
Crime,
Rekid,
Guru Guru,
Porter Ricks,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Smog,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Ash Ra Tempel,
KRS-One,
Sun Ra,
Deadbeat,
Rhythm & Sound,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Black Flag,
The Barracudas,
Royal Trux,
Funkadelic,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Technova,
Fear,
Desert Stars,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Happenings,
The Evens,
Quando Quango,
Ornette Coleman,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Animal Collective,
Simply Red,
Robert Wyatt,
Eden Ahbez,
Swans,
Altered Images,
Lakeside,
ABBA,
R.M.O.,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Eric Copeland,
Magma,
Dennis Brown,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola.
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.