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 Pakistan and from Accra.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 Captain Beefheart 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 X-Ray Spex to the rock 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 Yusef Lateef. All the underground hits.
All the Soft Cell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every PIL record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Basic Channel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
LL Cool J,
The Fuzztones,
Sonic Youth,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Toasters,
Neu!,
48th St. Collective,
8 Eyed Spy,
F. McDonald,
New Order,
Dawn Penn,
Kurtis Blow,
Barry Ungar,
Nils Olav,
Can,
Archie Shepp,
Rotary Connection,
Scientists,
The Neon Judgement,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
a-ha,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Siglo XX,
Henry Cow,
Procol Harum,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Spoonie Gee,
Pantaleimon,
Toni Rubio,
Alice Coltrane,
Television,
Black Pus,
Circle Jerks,
The Blackbyrds,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Yellowson,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Amazonics,
Lyres,
The Slits,
The Young Rascals,
Nick Fraelich,
Television Personalities,
Slick Rick,
Donny Hathaway,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Underground Resistance,
Minnie Riperton,
Max Romeo,
Little Man,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Aaron Thompson,
Minutemen,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Red Krayola,
Main Source,
Radiopuhelimet,
Country Teasers,
Kas Product,
Gabor Szabo,
Gregory Isaacs,
Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew.
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.