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 Australia and from Delhi.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Kool G Rap & DJ Polo to the techno 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 Alphaville. All the underground hits.
All Babytalk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Art Ensemble Of Chicago record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rahsaan Roland Kirk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Crispy Ambulance,
R.M.O.,
Roxy Music,
Theoretical Girls,
The Standells,
Scan 7,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Alarm Clocks,
Fatback Band,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Nation of Ulysses,
Circle Jerks,
Nik Kershaw,
Darondo,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Tremeloes,
Ronnie Foster,
The Electric Prunes,
Essential Logic,
Crash Course in Science,
Khruangbin,
Tom Boy,
Iggy Pop,
Simply Red,
Pantaleimon,
The Fire Engines,
Tubeway Army,
Kurtis Blow,
Bush Tetras,
Chris & Cosey,
Qualms,
The Velvet Underground,
Crooked Eye,
Idris Muhammad,
Outsiders,
EPMD,
Kenny Larkin,
Public Enemy,
Pierre Henry,
Royal Trux,
Scrapy,
Jeru the Damaja,
Y Pants,
Joensuu 1685,
Procol Harum,
Lou Reed,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Judy Mowatt,
Eurythmics,
Average White Band,
Girls At Our Best!,
Todd Rundgren,
Arthur Verocai,
Blancmange,
Infiniti,
the Association,
Joe Smooth,
Flipper,
Wings,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine.
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.