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 Chad and from Bremen.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Tokyo.
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 rhodes 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 Mad Mike to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Procol Harum. All the underground hits.
All The Young Rascals tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rekid record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-102 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gabor Szabo,
Eric B and Rakim,
Moebius,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Gong,
the Human League,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Grass Roots,
John Foxx,
Marshall Jefferson,
Mandrill,
Kaleidoscope,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Massinfluence,
AZ,
Lucky Dragons,
Babytalk,
The Evens,
Mantronix,
the Sonics,
Cal Tjader,
X-Ray Spex,
The Doors,
ABC,
Panda Bear,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Aural Exciters,
Nils Olav,
The Pretty Things,
Symarip,
Model 500,
Sonic Youth,
The Tremeloes,
Mo-Dettes,
Pet Shop Boys,
Bootsy Collins,
Lalann,
Q and Not U,
Banda Bassotti,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Johnny Osbourne,
Warsaw,
Yusef Lateef,
Throbbing Gristle,
Scratch Acid,
The Divine Comedy,
Soulsonic Force,
Animal Collective,
The Wake,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Shuggie Otis,
Reuben Wilson,
Kas Product,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Rakim,
Monolake,
Ronnie Foster,
Gang Starr,
Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken.
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.