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 Lesotho and from Manchester.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 the Fania All-Stars to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Sandy B. All the underground hits.
All Television Personalities tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bauhaus 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Moon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Stooges,
Avey Tare,
Von Mondo,
Bauhaus,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Monks,
The Cure,
Lou Christie,
Piero Umiliani,
Sonny Sharrock,
Mark Hollis,
Michelle Simonal,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Black Dice,
Boogie Down Productions,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Fad Gadget,
F. McDonald,
Tubeway Army,
Gabor Szabo,
Curtis Mayfield,
Joyce Sims,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Magma,
Lalann,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Leonard Cohen,
Depeche Mode,
Warren Ellis,
Soul II Soul,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Slackers,
Stiv Bators,
Godley & Creme,
The Fall,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Maleditus Sound,
John Lydon,
Amon Düül II,
Magazine,
David Bowie,
Gastr Del Sol,
Section 25,
Basic Channel,
Organ,
The Vogues,
Y Pants,
Half Japanese,
Altered Images,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Funky Four + One,
Kayak,
Soft Machine,
The Sound,
the Germs,
Man Parrish,
Ralphi Rosario,
Janne Schatter,
Aaron Thompson,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx.
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.