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 Spain and from Mexico City.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Lakeside to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Massinfluence. All the underground hits.
All KRS-One tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New Order 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rakim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Zapp,
LL Cool J,
Dead Boys,
Bobby Sherman,
The Doors,
The Monochrome Set,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Kas Product,
The Standells,
Von Mondo,
Matthew Bourne,
Andrew Hill,
Monolake,
Little Man,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Bad Manners,
Bizarre Inc.,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Evens,
Skaos,
Magazine,
Eurythmics,
Alice Coltrane,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Music Machine,
Metal Thangz,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Arthur Verocai,
Todd Terry,
The Slackers,
Moss Icon,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
the Fania All-Stars,
Jawbox,
Glambeats Corp.,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Sonics,
Skarface,
The Invisible,
Tomorrow,
Scratch Acid,
ABC,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Black Moon,
Chris & Cosey,
Heaven 17,
PIL,
Panda Bear,
Absolute Body Control,
L. Decosne,
John Coltrane,
Terry Callier,
Basic Channel,
Neil Young,
Delta 5,
Scientists,
Tommy Roe,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté.
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.