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 Mexico 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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 DJ Style to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Agent Orange. All the underground hits.
All Television tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Funkadelic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bizarre Inc. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dawn Penn,
Man Parrish,
Camberwell Now,
Gong,
Soulsonic Force,
Can,
Flash Fearless,
Jacques Brel,
Henry Cow,
Colin Newman,
Arab on Radar,
cv313,
Rapeman,
Thompson Twins,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Anthony Braxton,
Oneida,
The Kinks,
John Cale,
The Saints,
48th St. Collective,
The Seeds,
La Düsseldorf,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Shuggie Otis,
Scott Walker,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Lyres,
Panda Bear,
Prince Buster,
The Music Machine,
the Sonics,
Dark Day,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Blackbyrds,
The Victims,
Black Sheep,
The Gun Club,
Pantytec,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Neu!,
ABBA,
Andrew Hill,
Piero Umiliani,
Joyce Sims,
John Holt,
Godley & Creme,
Pussy Galore,
A Certain Ratio,
The Gladiators,
Robert Görl,
Glenn Branca,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Wake,
Joe Finger,
Roxette,
Bill Wells,
the Germs,
Derrick Morgan,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron.
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.