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 Germany and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Silicon Teens to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Camouflage. All the underground hits.
All Lightning Bolt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Public Enemy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 guitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Urselle record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Donny Hathaway,
The Associates,
Harry Pussy,
Second Layer,
Scrapy,
Adolescents,
Liliput,
Soul II Soul,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Depeche Mode,
Radio Birdman,
Dave Gahan,
Smog,
Gang Gang Dance,
Siglo XX,
The Real Kids,
Section 25,
Kerrie Biddell,
Warsaw,
The Wake,
Das Ding,
Radiopuhelimet,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Minor Threat,
Cal Tjader,
Index,
Wasted Youth,
Kool Moe Dee,
Y Pants,
Leonard Cohen,
Hot Snakes,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Animal Collective,
John Foxx,
Bootsy Collins,
Panda Bear,
Althea and Donna,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
In Retrospect,
Janne Schatter,
Con Funk Shun,
Boogie Down Productions,
Public Enemy,
Urselle,
Sound Behaviour,
Sixth Finger,
Jawbox,
Johnny Osbourne,
Grauzone,
Cecil Taylor,
Rites of Spring,
One Last Wish,
Spandau Ballet,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Soft Cell,
D'Angelo,
Rakim,
Desert Stars,
Gregory Isaacs,
Bad Manners,
June of 44,
Television, Television, Television, Television.
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.