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 Ethiopia and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 theremin 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 Stockholm Monsters to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Sun City Girls. All the underground hits.
All Aloha Tigers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brothers Johnson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mojo Men,
The Stooges,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Walker Brothers,
Mark Hollis,
Blancmange,
The Residents,
Slave,
Ralphi Rosario,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Last Poets,
Roxette,
Eve St. Jones,
Suicide,
Patti Smith,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Shadows of Knight,
Sun City Girls,
Jeff Lynne,
Prince Buster,
PIL,
Joe Finger,
The Gladiators,
The Gories,
Nik Kershaw,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Todd Terry,
Crispian St. Peters,
Buzzcocks,
Radiopuhelimet,
Pierre Henry,
This Heat,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Electric Prunes,
Duran Duran,
ABBA,
Monolake,
The Divine Comedy,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Fall,
The Beau Brummels,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Nico,
Moss Icon,
Massinfluence,
Little Man,
The Toasters,
David McCallum,
Unrelated Segments,
Gang Green,
Laurel Aitken,
Avey Tare,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Robert Hood,
Minutemen,
The Techniques,
Ultra Naté,
Niagra,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Symarip, Symarip, Symarip, Symarip.
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.