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 Azerbaijan and from Jakarta.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar 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 Pierre Henry to the dance 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 Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band. All the underground hits.
All Jimmy McGriff tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brothers Johnson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Misunderstood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nas,
Dave Gahan,
Eric Dolphy,
Underground Resistance,
Unrelated Segments,
Intrusion,
This Heat,
Surgeon,
Matthew Halsall,
Peter & Gordon,
Steve Hackett,
Oneida,
Flamin' Groovies,
Nick Fraelich,
Michelle Simonal,
Qualms,
Animal Collective,
Bill Wells,
the Swans,
kango's stein massive,
The Martian,
Swans,
Roy Ayers,
Television Personalities,
Marvin Gaye,
Scientists,
The Fall,
Johnny Clarke,
Blossom Toes,
Minor Threat,
Hardrive,
Black Flag,
Patti Smith,
Arcadia,
Sandy B,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
China Crisis,
Outsiders,
Kurtis Blow,
Pussy Galore,
Piero Umiliani,
Heaven 17,
Von Mondo,
Pierre Henry,
Average White Band,
Letta Mbulu,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Youth Brigade,
Cameo,
the Soft Cell,
Lalann,
Country Teasers,
Freddie Wadling,
Skaos,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Japan,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Niagra,
Deakin,
Pantaleimon,
Das Ding,
Ice-T,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons.
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.