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 Zimbabwe and from Copenhagen.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 The Evens to the rap 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 Radiohead. All the underground hits.
All Sandy B tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Red Krayola 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Piero Umiliani,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Fortunes,
Tres Demented,
Ornette Coleman,
The Doobie Brothers,
John Coltrane,
Soulsonic Force,
Unwound,
Flipper,
Deadbeat,
The Fire Engines,
Slave,
The Red Krayola,
Sugar Minott,
The Motions,
Rosa Yemen,
Eden Ahbez,
Animal Collective,
Rod Modell,
The Evens,
Ohio Players,
Oneida,
Smog,
Big Daddy Kane,
Easy Going,
Brick,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Scrapy,
Lou Christie,
Warren Ellis,
Roxette,
Television,
Au Pairs,
Suicide,
a-ha,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Minutemen,
Rites of Spring,
Terry Callier,
Kurtis Blow,
Royal Trux,
Lalo Schifrin,
Sex Pistols,
The Sound,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Black Moon,
Spandau Ballet,
Mary Jane Girls,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The New Christs,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Saints,
Arab on Radar,
Altered Images,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Gories,
Black Pus, Black Pus, Black Pus, Black Pus.
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.