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 Tunisia and from Tehran.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Accra.
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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Happenings to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Junior Murvin. All the underground hits.
All Wolf Eyes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pole record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a R.M.O. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lightning Bolt,
Soulsonic Force,
Camberwell Now,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Visage,
Panda Bear,
The Gories,
DJ Style,
The Moody Blues,
Josef K,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Pop Group,
Unwound,
Erasure,
Barry Ungar,
The Black Dice,
The Leaves,
Fugazi,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Dawn Penn,
The Fugs,
The Sonics,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
KRS-One,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
This Heat,
Soft Cell,
Talk Talk,
Porter Ricks,
Q65,
Eric Copeland,
CMW,
Thompson Twins,
Susan Cadogan,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Glambeats Corp.,
Fatback Band,
Grandmaster Flash,
Man Eating Sloth,
Curtis Mayfield,
Neu!,
The Martian,
Tomorrow,
Jimmy McGriff,
Shoche,
Scott Walker,
Ronan,
Organ,
Nils Olav,
Skaos,
Q and Not U,
Goldenarms,
Bill Wells,
Spoonie Gee,
Tom Boy,
Gabor Szabo,
Albert Ayler,
The Blues Magoos,
The Victims,
The Fall,
Crash Course in Science,
U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple.
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.