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 Georgia and from Manila.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Andrew Hill to the electroclash 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 Royal Trux. All the underground hits.
All Marmalade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every De La Soul & Jungle Brothers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Todd Rundgren record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mojo Men,
Gregory Isaacs,
These Immortal Souls,
Loose Ends,
The Monks,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Blake Baxter,
Ultimate Spinach,
Glenn Branca,
Nas,
The Blackbyrds,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Stetsasonic,
Donny Hathaway,
Dawn Penn,
Slave,
The Evens,
Technova,
Hasil Adkins,
Black Pus,
The Vogues,
Absolute Body Control,
Althea and Donna,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Alphaville,
Moebius,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Depeche Mode,
Delta 5,
Jerry's Kids,
Excepter,
Clear Light,
Guru Guru,
Audionom,
Morten Harket,
The Gap Band,
Sugar Minott,
Ronnie Foster,
Y Pants,
Mars,
Chris & Cosey,
Rapeman,
Angry Samoans,
Oblivians,
The Raincoats,
Roy Ayers,
EPMD,
The Buckinghams,
Roxette,
Steve Hackett,
Monolake,
Connie Case,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
K-Klass,
Robert Wyatt,
Don Cherry,
Jandek,
Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment.
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.