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 Egypt and from Shanghai.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Yellowson to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Trojans. All the underground hits.
All Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tim Buckley 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Agitation Free record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ralphi Rosario,
Metal Thangz,
Kayak,
Rekid,
Joy Division,
Neu!,
Man Parrish,
Flash Fearless,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Erykah Badu,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Index,
Kas Product,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Girls At Our Best!,
Echospace,
Chris Corsano,
Jeff Mills,
Throbbing Gristle,
Glenn Branca,
Jerry Gold Smith,
X-101,
La Düsseldorf,
The Saints,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Donny Hathaway,
Eli Mardock,
Cameo,
The Motions,
Todd Rundgren,
The Flesh Eaters,
Mr. Review,
Barrington Levy,
Monks,
D'Angelo,
R.M.O.,
The Modern Lovers,
China Crisis,
The Durutti Column,
Gastr Del Sol,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Mission of Burma,
Judy Mowatt,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Nas,
Eric Dolphy,
John Coltrane,
Kaleidoscope,
Black Sheep,
Mandrill,
Jandek,
Colin Newman,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
These Immortal Souls,
Delta 5,
Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack.
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.