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 Romania and from Houston.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 harpsichord 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 Ten City 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 Faraquet. All the underground hits.
All The Blackbyrds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Niagra 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Banda Bassotti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultra Naté,
Wire,
Kerrie Biddell,
OOIOO,
Blossom Toes,
The Music Machine,
Spoonie Gee,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Sister Nancy,
T.S.O.L.,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Godley & Creme,
EPMD,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Intrusion,
Michelle Simonal,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Hot Snakes,
Jacques Brel,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Stereo Dub,
Robert Görl,
Smog,
Stiv Bators,
Rhythm & Sound,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Theoretical Girls,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Prince Buster,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Ultravox,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Fluxion,
Arthur Verocai,
Los Fastidios,
Scan 7,
Roxy Music,
DJ Sneak,
Dennis Brown,
Harpers Bizarre,
Cluster,
Little Man,
Jandek,
The Vogues,
The Cowsills,
Alice Coltrane,
Harmonia,
Excepter,
Rapeman,
The Knickerbockers,
Young Marble Giants,
Niagra,
The Wake,
Robert Wyatt,
Black Flag,
Minny Pops,
The Stooges,
Japan,
Pantytec,
The Residents,
John Cale, John Cale, John Cale, John Cale.
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.