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 Ghana and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Spokane.
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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Dead C to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Peanut Butter Conspiracy. All the underground hits.
All The Peanut Butter Conspiracy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Albert Ayler record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Heavy D & The Boyz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
LL Cool J,
Ultravox,
Arthur Verocai,
The Saints,
The Gories,
Audionom,
The Flesh Eaters,
Alton Ellis,
Big Daddy Kane,
Ice-T,
Outsiders,
Nick Fraelich,
Sight & Sound,
Ultra Naté,
Pulsallama,
Radio Birdman,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Sister Nancy,
Dave Gahan,
The Black Dice,
The Angels of Light,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Monks,
Al Stewart,
The Toasters,
Amon Düül,
Pere Ubu,
The Seeds,
Jandek,
Anakelly,
Nirvana,
K-Klass,
Howard Jones,
Cecil Taylor,
The Monochrome Set,
Gong,
Lindisfarne,
The Electric Prunes,
Rotary Connection,
Magazine,
Sonny Sharrock,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Brass Construction,
Sun Ra,
Soft Machine,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Residents,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Quantec,
Marshall Jefferson,
Kerrie Biddell,
Delta 5,
David McCallum,
Monolake,
Erykah Badu,
Fluxion,
Black Pus,
Second Layer,
Popol Vuh,
Adolescents,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse.
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.