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 Lebanon and from Mexico City.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 chamberlin 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 Niagra to the techno 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 Bob Dylan. All the underground hits.
All The Mojo Men tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jesper Dahlbäck record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 rhodes and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Liliput record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New Order,
X-101,
Rufus Thomas,
Soul Sonic Force,
Piero Umiliani,
The Electric Prunes,
Rapeman,
Cybotron,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Cheater Slicks,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Blackbyrds,
Oneida,
Unrelated Segments,
Ultra Naté,
Marc Almond,
ABC,
Sandy B,
The Move,
Bush Tetras,
Chris Corsano,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Public Enemy,
Gil Scott Heron,
Average White Band,
Babytalk,
H. Thieme,
The Golliwogs,
Los Fastidios,
Peter and Kerry,
Brothers Johnson,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Gang Starr,
E-Dancer,
Roxette,
Moby Grape,
Joey Negro,
Radio Birdman,
Quadrant,
Judy Mowatt,
The Martian,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Saints,
The Residents,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Selecter,
D'Angelo,
Anakelly,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Graham Central Station,
The Monks,
The Names,
Slick Rick,
Accadde A,
Lungfish,
Albert Ayler,
Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest.
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.