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 Qatar and from Lyon.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Beijing.
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 theremin 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 Cecil Taylor to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Cheater Slicks. All the underground hits.
All The Raincoats tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fortunes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tomorrow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lower 48,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Fire Engines,
the Swans,
Gang of Four,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
DNA,
The Moleskins,
The Cowsills,
The Trojans,
Kerrie Biddell,
Barclay James Harvest,
Gregory Isaacs,
Bad Manners,
Scientists,
Radio Birdman,
Bang On A Can,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Sight & Sound,
The Fortunes,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Throbbing Gristle,
Swans,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Gang Green,
ABC,
Basic Channel,
Black Sheep,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
a-ha,
One Last Wish,
Monolake,
The Kinks,
Funkadelic,
Drexciya,
Scan 7,
Nico,
Roger Hodgson,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
These Immortal Souls,
Youth Brigade,
Pulsallama,
The Flesh Eaters,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Five Americans,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Wings,
Spoonie Gee,
Ten City,
Joyce Sims,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Pet Shop Boys,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Joey Negro,
The Leaves,
Severed Heads,
The Seeds,
Todd Terry,
10cc, 10cc, 10cc, 10cc.
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.