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 Bahrain and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 oboe 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 Deakin to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Eric Copeland. All the underground hits.
All Fela Kuti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kool G Rap & DJ Polo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Slits record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare 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?
The Slits,
Tom Boy,
Cluster,
Kerri Chandler,
Shuggie Otis,
Black Moon,
K-Klass,
Yusef Lateef,
Brothers Johnson,
Niagra,
The Music Machine,
H. Thieme,
The Fortunes,
Arab on Radar,
Fat Boys,
Sixth Finger,
Mission of Burma,
CMW,
Outsiders,
cv313,
Terry Callier,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Stiv Bators,
A Certain Ratio,
Mary Jane Girls,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Dawn Penn,
Eric Copeland,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Average White Band,
The Divine Comedy,
Newcleus,
The Mummies,
Sun Ra,
The Monochrome Set,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Nation of Ulysses,
Icehouse,
Scratch Acid,
Babytalk,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Anthony Braxton,
Ultra Naté,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Dorothy Ashby,
Goldenarms,
The Count Five,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Radiopuhelimet,
John Coltrane,
Parry Music,
The Monks,
Drive Like Jehu,
Trumans Water,
Leonard Cohen,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Ten City,
FM Einheit,
The Residents, The Residents, The Residents, The Residents.
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.