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 Albania and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Godley & Creme to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Aaron Thompson. All the underground hits.
All Bad Manners tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joe Smooth 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Moon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Happenings,
Laurel Aitken,
Quando Quango,
The Trojans,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Techniques,
Rapeman,
The Moleskins,
The Wake,
Amazonics,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Unrelated Segments,
Audionom,
a-ha,
Warren Ellis,
Leonard Cohen,
Bill Near,
Au Pairs,
DJ Style,
Glambeats Corp.,
48th St. Collective,
Visage,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Terrestrial Tones,
Royal Trux,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Monochrome Set,
Black Pus,
Flipper,
Lakeside,
Pulsallama,
K-Klass,
Soul II Soul,
Monolake,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Cowsills,
Soulsonic Force,
Yellowson,
Charles Mingus,
Ohio Players,
The United States of America,
Skaos,
Nirvana,
Khruangbin,
Bobbi Humphrey,
John Foxx,
The Velvet Underground,
The Sonics,
The Smoke,
Fat Boys,
Peter and Kerry,
Idris Muhammad,
Supertramp,
Soul Sonic Force,
Country Teasers,
Moebius,
Minor Threat,
The Invisible,
The Gun Club,
Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls.
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.