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 Malawi and from Tehran.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Eric Dolphy to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Yellowson. All the underground hits.
All Rufus Thomas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David Bowie 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Slave record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
PIL,
Second Layer,
Nas,
Intrusion,
Sun City Girls,
Oblivians,
Kaleidoscope,
John Coltrane,
Jeff Lynne,
8 Eyed Spy,
Ohio Players,
Beasts of Bourbon,
OOIOO,
Nik Kershaw,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Mad Mike,
Nation of Ulysses,
Ronan,
Clear Light,
The Beau Brummels,
Faraquet,
Essential Logic,
Blancmange,
The Music Machine,
CMW,
Derrick Morgan,
X-102,
Fatback Band,
Gil Scott Heron,
Sparks,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Underground Resistance,
Smog,
The Modern Lovers,
Harmonia,
Jeff Mills,
Neil Young,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Newcleus,
Donald Byrd,
Interpol,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Ponytail,
Lou Reed,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
In Retrospect,
The Monochrome Set,
The Moleskins,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Donny Hathaway,
Adolescents,
Fela Kuti,
KRS-One,
Kenny Larkin,
Black Flag,
The Shadows of Knight,
Arab on Radar,
Black Sheep,
The Blackbyrds,
Panda Bear, Panda Bear, Panda Bear, Panda Bear.
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.