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 Morocco and from Spokane.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 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 Moody Blues to the techno 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 The Jesus and Mary Chain. All the underground hits.
All The Music Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Johnny Clarke 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soul Sonic Force record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flamin' Groovies,
MC5,
OOIOO,
The Dirtbombs,
Marvin Gaye,
Mandrill,
Carl Craig,
Heaven 17,
Joey Negro,
Junior Murvin,
Matthew Halsall,
David Bowie,
John Holt,
Mad Mike,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Spandau Ballet,
Idris Muhammad,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Ten City,
the Sonics,
Malaria!,
Newcleus,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Basic Channel,
The Fuzztones,
Chris Corsano,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Real Kids,
The Star Department,
Sex Pistols,
Q and Not U,
Thee Headcoats,
the Germs,
Sonic Youth,
Camberwell Now,
Half Japanese,
The Sonics,
The Happenings,
Gang Starr,
The Mummies,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Sister Nancy,
Magma,
Alice Coltrane,
Unrelated Segments,
The Invisible,
Slick Rick,
LL Cool J,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Das Ding,
Essential Logic,
Cymande,
Kenny Larkin,
The American Breed,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Eurythmics,
Arab on Radar,
Harry Pussy,
Cal Tjader,
Eric Copeland,
Lungfish,
Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth.
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.