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 Panama and from Salvador.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 sitar 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 Marshall Jefferson to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Maurizio. All the underground hits.
All Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harpers Bizarre record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Glambeats Corp.,
World's Most,
Ossler,
Minor Threat,
The Smoke,
Derrick Morgan,
Mad Mike,
Lalann,
The Fugs,
Altered Images,
Malaria!,
Kerri Chandler,
Soft Machine,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
This Heat,
Public Enemy,
Quantec,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Skaos,
Gichy Dan,
Lightning Bolt,
Ronnie Foster,
The Gun Club,
Lyres,
ABC,
The Stooges,
Quando Quango,
Kurtis Blow,
The New Christs,
Rekid,
Ludus,
8 Eyed Spy,
Nick Fraelich,
Robert Wyatt,
Eurythmics,
AZ,
Minny Pops,
Amon Düül,
Little Man,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Count Five,
Kayak,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Rod Modell,
Curtis Mayfield,
Television,
Marmalade,
Bill Wells,
The Happenings,
Heaven 17,
Soft Cell,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Busters,
Scott Walker,
Adolescents,
Bootsy Collins,
Banda Bassotti,
Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive.
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.