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 Afghanistan and from Sao Paulo.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Idris Muhammad to the jazz 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 The Mighty Diamonds. All the underground hits.
All Rhythim Is Rhythim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Davy DMX record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David Axelrod record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eve St. Jones,
Rapeman,
Zapp,
Dual Sessions,
Skaos,
Carl Craig,
New York Dolls,
cv313,
Magazine,
Sällskapet,
The Zeros,
The Barracudas,
Steve Hackett,
Roxy Music,
Tomorrow,
Intrusion,
Crooked Eye,
Inner City,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Dennis Brown,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Lyres,
Marine Girls,
Make Up,
John Holt,
CMW,
Hot Snakes,
The Dave Clark Five,
Ludus,
The Evens,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
D'Angelo,
Grauzone,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Essential Logic,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Television,
F. McDonald,
Johnny Osbourne,
Kerrie Biddell,
Lou Reed,
Cymande,
Scan 7,
Bob Dylan,
Desert Stars,
The Victims,
Swell Maps,
Moss Icon,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Gang Starr,
Ronan,
Leonard Cohen,
Heaven 17,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Nik Kershaw,
Organ,
Mars,
Delon & Dalcan,
Lightning Bolt,
Siglo XX,
Masters at Work,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu.
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.