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 Philippines 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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Scan 7 to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Harmonia. All the underground hits.
All Soul Sonic Force tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Prince Buster 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 an organ and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lee Hazlewood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Steve Hackett,
The Fire Engines,
Bluetip,
Freddie Wadling,
Thompson Twins,
Howard Jones,
Arcadia,
Scratch Acid,
Nico,
Joyce Sims,
a-ha,
Babytalk,
Fatback Band,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Blake Baxter,
New Order,
June Days,
Magma,
Henry Cow,
The Mummies,
China Crisis,
Sparks,
Johnny Osbourne,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Bob Dylan,
Model 500,
Kas Product,
Kool Moe Dee,
Siglo XX,
Ralphi Rosario,
Drexciya,
Half Japanese,
48th St. Collective,
PIL,
Agitation Free,
The Stooges,
Robert Görl,
Don Cherry,
MC5,
Sun Ra,
Sonic Youth,
Sound Behaviour,
Nils Olav,
Amon Düül,
Masters at Work,
Delon & Dalcan,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Newcleus,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
One Last Wish,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Flash Fearless,
8 Eyed Spy,
Archie Shepp,
Rakim,
Slave,
Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson.
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.