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 Brunei and from Cairo.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 rhodes 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 Eyeless In Gaza to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu. All the underground hits.
All Erasure tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Tremeloes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Slave record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Easy Going,
E-Dancer,
Chrome,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Bobby Womack,
Mission of Burma,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Section 25,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
the Normal,
Magazine,
Index,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
This Heat,
Newcleus,
Shoche,
Banda Bassotti,
Chris & Cosey,
One Last Wish,
The Busters,
Boredoms,
New Order,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Sound,
The Five Americans,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Associates,
Yaz,
Saccharine Trust,
Masters at Work,
OOIOO,
The Litter,
Black Bananas,
Crooked Eye,
Suicide,
The Move,
The Vogues,
Deakin,
Rakim,
Ice-T,
Young Marble Giants,
The Fortunes,
Can,
Pagans,
Howard Jones,
The Gun Club,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Soulsonic Force,
Hasil Adkins,
Dead Boys,
Lalann,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Country Teasers,
Sex Pistols,
The United States of America,
Half Japanese,
Dennis Brown,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Pet Shop Boys,
Rod Modell,
David Axelrod,
Eve St. Jones,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren.
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.