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 Botswana and from Milan.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Warren Ellis to the electroclash 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 The Pop Group. All the underground hits.
All Lafayette Afro Rock Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Slits 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Offenders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Soft Machine,
Lower 48,
Jacob Miller,
LL Cool J,
Q65,
Amon Düül II,
John Coltrane,
Slave,
Television Personalities,
Can,
Newcleus,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Easy Going,
Grey Daturas,
Scientists,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Gories,
The Birthday Party,
Amazonics,
Wings,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Y Pants,
Alison Limerick,
Interpol,
Alice Coltrane,
Archie Shepp,
Accadde A,
Depeche Mode,
Sugar Minott,
The New Christs,
Rhythm & Sound,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Pere Ubu,
Spoonie Gee,
Tommy Roe,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Boogie Down Productions,
Urselle,
Jacques Brel,
Los Fastidios,
Heaven 17,
Arthur Verocai,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Royal Trux,
James White and The Blacks,
FM Einheit,
The Count Five,
Wolf Eyes,
Section 25,
Yellowson,
Sonny Sharrock,
Crash Course in Science,
The Slackers,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Toasters,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Divine Comedy,
The Searchers,
Clear Light,
Dual Sessions,
Arcadia,
Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes.
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.