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 Colombia and from Mexico City.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 De La Soul & Jungle Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Slits record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arab on Radar,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Rakim,
Sam Rivers,
Amazonics,
Bill Wells,
Leonard Cohen,
The Dave Clark Five,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Pussy Galore,
Los Fastidios,
Ultra Naté,
Gang Starr,
The Electric Prunes,
Newcleus,
Harpers Bizarre,
Panda Bear,
The Alarm Clocks,
Rites of Spring,
The Tremeloes,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Subhumans,
Quadrant,
Schoolly D,
John Cale,
Boogie Down Productions,
Hasil Adkins,
The Angels of Light,
The Cure,
Infiniti,
Pere Ubu,
Gang of Four,
Bluetip,
Minnie Riperton,
Isaac Hayes,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Warsaw,
The Gap Band,
The Move,
Spandau Ballet,
Bizarre Inc.,
Sällskapet,
The Last Poets,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Donny Hathaway,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Leaves,
Whodini,
Negative Approach,
Man Eating Sloth,
10cc,
Junior Murvin,
Rapeman,
Malaria!,
Kerri Chandler,
Harry Pussy,
U.S. Maple,
Blake Baxter,
Robert Hood,
Boz Scaggs,
Fugazi,
Boredoms, Boredoms, Boredoms, Boredoms.
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.