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 Portugal and from Manila.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 güiro 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 Crooked Eye 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 Quando Quango. All the underground hits.
All Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Public Image Ltd. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cluster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Index,
Bootsy Collins,
Masters at Work,
The Young Rascals,
Ultimate Spinach,
Newcleus,
Mandrill,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Tom Boy,
The Wake,
Frankie Knuckles,
Todd Terry,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Stooges,
Jacob Miller,
Tim Buckley,
Erasure,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Symarip,
Peter & Gordon,
Nas,
Desert Stars,
Al Stewart,
The Fuzztones,
Moby Grape,
Royal Trux,
Procol Harum,
Mars,
Roxy Music,
DJ Style,
The Birthday Party,
the Bar-Kays,
The Real Kids,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Junior Murvin,
Parry Music,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Fortunes,
The Count Five,
Marvin Gaye,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Marcia Griffiths,
Amon Düül II,
Second Layer,
Janne Schatter,
Skarface,
Peter and Kerry,
Animal Collective,
John Coltrane,
Lower 48,
Barclay James Harvest,
Unrelated Segments,
Can,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Lou Reed,
Flash Fearless,
Lalann,
UT,
Connie Case,
Mark Hollis,
Colin Newman,
The Black Dice, The Black Dice, The Black Dice, The Black Dice.
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.