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 Malta and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Terrestrial Tones to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Drexciya. All the underground hits.
All Blake Baxter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Youth Brigade 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Country Teasers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sonic Youth,
The Leaves,
Carl Craig,
Chrome,
Thompson Twins,
Reagan Youth,
Radiohead,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Slick Rick,
Jerry's Kids,
Morten Harket,
LL Cool J,
The Motions,
Prince Buster,
Arab on Radar,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Colin Newman,
The Names,
T.S.O.L.,
Funky Four + One,
Scientists,
The New Christs,
Ponytail,
Pole,
The Monochrome Set,
Symarip,
Brand Nubian,
Con Funk Shun,
Duran Duran,
Hardrive,
Subhumans,
DNA,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Five Americans,
Ten City,
Sun Ra,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Neu!,
Jawbox,
Todd Rundgren,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Isaac Hayes,
Swans,
Bizarre Inc.,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Adolescents,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Crispian St. Peters,
The J.B.'s,
Jimmy McGriff,
Kaleidoscope,
Khruangbin,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
One Last Wish,
Joy Division,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Lou Christie,
La Düsseldorf,
Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti.
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.