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 Nigeria and from Lagos.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Larry & the Blue Notes. All the underground hits.
All The Birthday Party tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Second Layer 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deakin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Goldenarms,
The Litter,
Funkadelic,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Young Marble Giants,
The Fall,
Marvin Gaye,
Janne Schatter,
Jerry Gold Smith,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Lalann,
Das Ding,
Lou Reed,
Mo-Dettes,
Bizarre Inc.,
Aloha Tigers,
Joensuu 1685,
Dark Day,
Rakim,
Flamin' Groovies,
Eve St. Jones,
Warsaw,
Groovy Waters,
Tom Boy,
Gong,
Yazoo,
Jawbox,
Soul II Soul,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Modern Lovers,
The Slits,
the Swans,
The Dave Clark Five,
Sällskapet,
Terry Callier,
Massinfluence,
Ludus,
Carl Craig,
Joyce Sims,
Bauhaus,
Youth Brigade,
Theoretical Girls,
Grandmaster Flash,
Pantaleimon,
Black Pus,
Eric B and Rakim,
ABBA,
Barry Ungar,
Sonic Youth,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Young Rascals,
Supertramp,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Chrome,
Frankie Knuckles,
Main Source,
Peter and Kerry,
Girls At Our Best!,
Loose Ends, Loose Ends, Loose Ends, Loose Ends.
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.