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 Canada and from Tehran.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 theremin 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 Drexciya to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Royal Trux tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bush Tetras record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 a guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Starr record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Banda Bassotti,
The Zeros,
Nico,
Roxette,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Scan 7,
Can,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Derrick May,
Flash Fearless,
June of 44,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Eddi Front,
The Birthday Party,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Divine Comedy,
MDC,
Kevin Saunderson,
David Axelrod,
Prince Buster,
Jacob Miller,
The Count Five,
Big Daddy Kane,
Rapeman,
Sonny Sharrock,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Parry Music,
Radio Birdman,
Accadde A,
Visage,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
the Association,
June Days,
Black Pus,
The Blackbyrds,
Carl Craig,
Boredoms,
DJ Sneak,
Blake Baxter,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Moebius,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Amon Düül II,
Public Image Ltd.,
cv313,
Lalann,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Infiniti,
The Walker Brothers,
Vainqueur,
Robert Görl,
Niagra,
Yellowson,
F. McDonald,
JFA,
The Real Kids,
Underground Resistance,
Bootsy Collins,
The Searchers,
Mr. Review,
Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee.
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.