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 United Kingdom 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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Dark Day to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Neon Judgement. All the underground hits.
All A Certain Ratio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Henry Cow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tres Demented record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brass Construction,
DNA,
The Mojo Men,
Amazonics,
The Remains,
Amon Düül II,
The Tremeloes,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Danielle Patucci,
Sound Behaviour,
The Smiths,
The Modern Lovers,
Isaac Hayes,
Ten City,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Grass Roots,
Patti Smith,
The Kinks,
Alice Coltrane,
The Black Dice,
Aaron Thompson,
Dual Sessions,
Wire,
Gong,
Eddi Front,
Bill Wells,
The Count Five,
The Motions,
Fat Boys,
Mad Mike,
Fela Kuti,
Black Flag,
Nick Fraelich,
Symarip,
The Sonics,
Carl Craig,
Niagra,
Delta 5,
Judy Mowatt,
Main Source,
Sun City Girls,
Nik Kershaw,
Average White Band,
June Days,
The Associates,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Bill Near,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Misunderstood,
The Monks,
Sam Rivers,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Velvet Underground,
Los Fastidios,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Fluxion,
Derrick Morgan,
Jimmy McGriff,
OOIOO,
Rapeman,
The Cowsills,
Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway.
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.