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 Jordan and from London.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Rufus Thomas to the rock 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 Beasts of Bourbon. All the underground hits.
All Marvin Gaye tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Todd Rundgren record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brand Nubian record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Urselle,
Ponytail,
Public Enemy,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Alarm Clocks,
Joe Finger,
Johnny Clarke,
The Wake,
Visage,
Joy Division,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Frankie Knuckles,
Simply Red,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Royal Trux,
The Gladiators,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
These Immortal Souls,
Public Image Ltd.,
A Certain Ratio,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Carl Craig,
Guru Guru,
Wire,
Los Fastidios,
Cecil Taylor,
Grauzone,
Metal Thangz,
The Martian,
New Age Steppers,
Matthew Halsall,
Blancmange,
LL Cool J,
Young Marble Giants,
Popol Vuh,
Deepchord,
Quando Quango,
The Toasters,
Model 500,
Ronan,
Lucky Dragons,
David Bowie,
One Last Wish,
Aswad,
Blossom Toes,
Bad Manners,
Laurel Aitken,
Hashim,
Robert Hood,
Kurtis Blow,
Patti Smith,
The Music Machine,
Make Up,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Golliwogs,
Howard Jones,
Erasure,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Slave,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls, Sun City 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.