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 Spain and from London.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 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 The Fuzztones to the rap 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 Alton Ellis. All the underground hits.
All Bobbi Humphrey tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arab on Radar 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skarface record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radiohead,
L. Decosne,
Bill Wells,
Donny Hathaway,
The Beau Brummels,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
One Last Wish,
KRS-One,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Vainqueur,
Lee Hazlewood,
Wally Richardson,
The Mummies,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Gang Starr,
Hot Snakes,
Skaos,
The Moleskins,
Tropical Tobacco,
Rites of Spring,
David McCallum,
Inner City,
Grauzone,
Alton Ellis,
The Litter,
Anthony Braxton,
Nas,
Curtis Mayfield,
Rosa Yemen,
The Star Department,
The Moody Blues,
Frankie Knuckles,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Dual Sessions,
Dave Gahan,
Mad Mike,
The Last Poets,
Kurtis Blow,
The Monochrome Set,
Altered Images,
Porter Ricks,
Bizarre Inc.,
Colin Newman,
Sam Rivers,
Barry Ungar,
Slick Rick,
Kevin Saunderson,
Icehouse,
the Normal,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Harry Pussy,
The Angels of Light,
Infiniti,
Maurizio,
Ken Boothe,
The Blues Magoos,
The Zeros,
Pantaleimon,
Whodini,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Ponytail,
Simply Red,
The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds.
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.