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 United Kingdom and from Halifax.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Moebius to the crunk 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 Funky Four + One. All the underground hits.
All Eric Dolphy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Groovy Waters 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun City Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jerry Gold Smith,
Model 500,
Spandau Ballet,
Maurizio,
Yaz,
Nick Fraelich,
48th St. Collective,
Iggy Pop,
the Swans,
Scrapy,
Moss Icon,
X-101,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Amazonics,
Q and Not U,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Easy Going,
Fat Boys,
Babytalk,
Ronnie Foster,
Reagan Youth,
The Move,
U.S. Maple,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Rites of Spring,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Motions,
Rosa Yemen,
Jeru the Damaja,
Gregory Isaacs,
Leonard Cohen,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Quando Quango,
Brick,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Zapp,
The Divine Comedy,
Chris Corsano,
Banda Bassotti,
Accadde A,
Todd Rundgren,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Robert Hood,
Metal Thangz,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Grauzone,
Eden Ahbez,
Throbbing Gristle,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
the Bar-Kays,
Prince Buster,
Agent Orange,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
KRS-One,
Gang Gang Dance,
Delta 5,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Boredoms,
Rakim,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Saints, The Saints, The Saints, The Saints.
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.