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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 FM Einheit to the grunge 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 Nation of Ulysses. All the underground hits.
All Moby Grape tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crispian St. Peters 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a cv313 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kevin Saunderson,
The Durutti Column,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Buckinghams,
Rod Modell,
Youth Brigade,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Newcleus,
Icehouse,
Minnie Riperton,
48th St. Collective,
Girls At Our Best!,
Bluetip,
Ronnie Foster,
Max Romeo,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Brothers Johnson,
Sixth Finger,
Barrington Levy,
Oblivians,
Sandy B,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Lindisfarne,
Average White Band,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Sam Rivers,
Altered Images,
Parry Music,
Bauhaus,
Black Moon,
The New Christs,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Yazoo,
The Victims,
Magma,
Buzzcocks,
Little Man,
Gichy Dan,
Malaria!,
Gang Gang Dance,
Jacob Miller,
Ralphi Rosario,
Archie Shepp,
Q65,
DJ Style,
Banda Bassotti,
kango's stein massive,
Siglo XX,
Eric Dolphy,
Ken Boothe,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
John Holt,
Whodini,
Theoretical Girls,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Sarah Menescal,
Panda Bear,
Freddie Wadling,
Sun City Girls,
Minor Threat, Minor Threat, Minor Threat, Minor Threat.
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.