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 Georgia and from Columbus.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 arpeggiator 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 Rapeman to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Kool G Rap & DJ Polo. All the underground hits.
All The Last Poets tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gabor Szabo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott Heron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pagans,
Funkadelic,
Deepchord,
Agitation Free,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Japan,
DJ Style,
The Leaves,
Smog,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Slits,
Circle Jerks,
Deadbeat,
Chris Corsano,
The Monochrome Set,
Stiv Bators,
John Lydon,
Mandrill,
James White and The Blacks,
The Beau Brummels,
Lucky Dragons,
Jesper Dahlback,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Throbbing Gristle,
B.T. Express,
FM Einheit,
Dawn Penn,
Sällskapet,
Lebanon Hanover,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Accadde A,
Vladislav Delay,
Pierre Henry,
Intrusion,
Jacob Miller,
Bill Wells,
Bobby Byrd,
Ten City,
Barclay James Harvest,
Radio Birdman,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Porter Ricks,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Dave Gahan,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Joe Finger,
Gabor Szabo,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
cv313,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Names,
Blossom Toes,
Donald Byrd,
Kurtis Blow,
New York Dolls,
Minny Pops,
Faust,
Sex Pistols,
Quantec,
Neu!,
Index,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Moleskins,
Mad Mike, Mad Mike, Mad Mike, Mad Mike.
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.