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 Canada and from Accra.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Brass Construction to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Sixth Finger. All the underground hits.
All The Evens tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Green record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lucky Dragons record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grauzone,
Sarah Menescal,
Aloha Tigers,
Lalo Schifrin,
Rakim,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Los Fastidios,
Peter and Kerry,
Black Bananas,
Steve Hackett,
Stockholm Monsters,
Lindisfarne,
In Retrospect,
Crispy Ambulance,
Blossom Toes,
Stereo Dub,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Kool Moe Dee,
Ronnie Foster,
Tom Boy,
Essential Logic,
Bob Dylan,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Minor Threat,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Kinks,
T.S.O.L.,
Pet Shop Boys,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Pylon,
Bobby Womack,
Terry Callier,
Franke,
Easy Going,
The Offenders,
Theoretical Girls,
The Doobie Brothers,
This Heat,
Shuggie Otis,
The Fall,
Joy Division,
Skriet,
Fat Boys,
Brass Construction,
Black Moon,
U.S. Maple,
Mary Jane Girls,
Spoonie Gee,
Yusef Lateef,
Aural Exciters,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Thompson Twins,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Shoche,
The Neon Judgement,
David Bowie,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun.
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.