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 Macedonia and from Bologna.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Milan.
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 guitar 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 Max Romeo to the electroclash 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 The Angels of Light. All the underground hits.
All Bang on a Can All-Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Offenders 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lakeside record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crash Course in Science,
Pulsallama,
Wally Richardson,
Gabor Szabo,
Bronski Beat,
Danielle Patucci,
Bill Wells,
Kurtis Blow,
Kool Moe Dee,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
John Foxx,
The Monochrome Set,
the Bar-Kays,
the Human League,
Nils Olav,
Sam Rivers,
Cybotron,
Alphaville,
Qualms,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Agent Orange,
Negative Approach,
Talk Talk,
Hardrive,
Rites of Spring,
Faust,
The Flesh Eaters,
Dark Day,
Neil Young,
Symarip,
Bluetip,
Juan Atkins,
Fear,
Con Funk Shun,
The Red Krayola,
Eden Ahbez,
Nik Kershaw,
Minnie Riperton,
Panda Bear,
Silicon Teens,
Surgeon,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Visage,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Judy Mowatt,
Kaleidoscope,
Gong,
Warren Ellis,
The Mummies,
Bill Near,
Bootsy Collins,
Junior Murvin,
F. McDonald,
Sällskapet,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Ice-T,
Outsiders,
The Vogues,
Bobby Byrd,
Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre.
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.