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 Monaco and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Public Enemy to the electroclash 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 Aural Exciters. All the underground hits.
All Cabaret Voltaire tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Porter Ricks 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Derrick Morgan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Donald Byrd,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Offenders,
Malaria!,
F. McDonald,
Babytalk,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Marine Girls,
Vainqueur,
Bad Manners,
John Foxx,
Pussy Galore,
Susan Cadogan,
Sam Rivers,
David McCallum,
Fear,
Stetsasonic,
Cymande,
Metal Thangz,
Tubeway Army,
Tim Buckley,
Bizarre Inc.,
Soft Cell,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Gang Gang Dance,
Girls At Our Best!,
Isaac Hayes,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Von Mondo,
Sound Behaviour,
Jerry's Kids,
Aloha Tigers,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Glenn Branca,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Echospace,
Lungfish,
The Dave Clark Five,
Nik Kershaw,
The Smoke,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Radio Birdman,
Brass Construction,
Deakin,
Albert Ayler,
Das Ding,
Qualms,
Swans,
La Düsseldorf,
James Chance & The Contortions,
LL Cool J,
The Durutti Column,
Crispian St. Peters,
Main Source,
Jesper Dahlback,
Tommy Roe,
Davy DMX,
The United States of America, The United States of America, The United States of America, The United States of America.
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.