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 Sudan and from Shanghai.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 arpeggiator 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 Ajijia Myrayebe to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Eli Mardock. All the underground hits.
All Boz Scaggs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tommy Roe 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joyce Sims record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yellowson,
the Normal,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Goldenarms,
Simply Red,
Sexual Harrassment,
Alison Limerick,
In Retrospect,
The Residents,
Tim Buckley,
Spoonie Gee,
Boz Scaggs,
X-101,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Star Department,
Sister Nancy,
Popol Vuh,
Crime,
Jeff Mills,
Au Pairs,
Byron Stingily,
the Association,
Shoche,
La Düsseldorf,
Anthony Braxton,
LL Cool J,
Danielle Patucci,
The Fugs,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Moby Grape,
New York Dolls,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Agitation Free,
The Vogues,
Roxette,
Pere Ubu,
Mantronix,
Dennis Brown,
Andrew Hill,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Mary Jane Girls,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Anakelly,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Shadows of Knight,
John Coltrane,
Index,
Hoover,
Newcleus,
Little Man,
Spandau Ballet,
Black Moon,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Alarm Clocks,
ABC,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Bootsy Collins,
Amazonics,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
June of 44,
Rufus Thomas,
Japan, Japan, Japan, Japan.
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.