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 Benin and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in 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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Infiniti to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Bill Near. All the underground hits.
All Kango’s Stein Massive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rites of Spring record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 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 Anthony Braxton record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Monolake,
The Leaves,
The Slackers,
Supertramp,
Cameo,
FM Einheit,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Y Pants,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Neon Judgement,
Terry Callier,
MC5,
Panda Bear,
Nik Kershaw,
Japan,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
kango's stein massive,
Smog,
Silicon Teens,
Public Enemy,
Harry Pussy,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Essential Logic,
The Index,
Mars,
The Blackbyrds,
Kevin Saunderson,
Blake Baxter,
Crispian St. Peters,
Magazine,
Michelle Simonal,
The Stooges,
Von Mondo,
The Knickerbockers,
The Seeds,
The Red Krayola,
Ituana,
Deepchord,
Kerrie Biddell,
Monks,
Fela Kuti,
KRS-One,
Eric Dolphy,
Big Daddy Kane,
F. McDonald,
Soft Cell,
Prince Buster,
Angry Samoans,
Royal Trux,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Neil Young,
Max Romeo,
Joe Smooth,
Dark Day,
Cluster,
EPMD,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Ponytail,
Cal Tjader,
Roy Ayers,
Banda Bassotti,
Easy Going,
The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set.
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.