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 Panama and from Lagos.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 rhodes 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 Fluxion to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Little Man. All the underground hits.
All Panda Bear tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Faraquet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 a snare and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flash Fearless record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skarface,
Crime,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Eric B and Rakim,
Todd Terry,
Procol Harum,
Fatback Band,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Move,
Marvin Gaye,
The Walker Brothers,
the Germs,
Black Moon,
Glenn Branca,
Joensuu 1685,
This Heat,
Amon Düül II,
Little Man,
Rapeman,
The Moody Blues,
Kaleidoscope,
Liliput,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
MC5,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
In Retrospect,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Byron Stingily,
Harry Pussy,
Fluxion,
Ponytail,
Minny Pops,
Basic Channel,
Todd Rundgren,
Spandau Ballet,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Knickerbockers,
Tim Buckley,
Mars,
Marine Girls,
Japan,
cv313,
Visage,
Roxette,
Avey Tare,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Marshall Jefferson,
Youth Brigade,
Pussy Galore,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Alton Ellis,
Kayak,
The Seeds,
K-Klass,
Blossom Toes,
Underground Resistance,
Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears.
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.