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 Solomon Islands and from New York.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Erykah Badu to the electroclash 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 Funkadelic. All the underground hits.
All The Cramps tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter & Gordon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Busters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
In Retrospect,
Derrick Morgan,
Livin' Joy,
Bobby Womack,
Aswad,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Lou Reed,
Freddie Wadling,
Television Personalities,
Moss Icon,
Das Ding,
Dead Boys,
The Litter,
Junior Murvin,
Johnny Clarke,
Young Marble Giants,
The Kinks,
Avey Tare,
Brothers Johnson,
Patti Smith,
Sixth Finger,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
These Immortal Souls,
Echospace,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
D'Angelo,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Doobie Brothers,
Urselle,
Monolake,
Lindisfarne,
Flash Fearless,
Saccharine Trust,
Toni Rubio,
Neil Young,
New Order,
The Smoke,
Pet Shop Boys,
Pantaleimon,
the Human League,
Bauhaus,
B.T. Express,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Groovy Waters,
Hoover,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Robert Görl,
David Axelrod,
The Trojans,
DNA,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Lungfish,
Qualms,
Organ,
Quantec,
Swell Maps,
The Associates,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Mark Hollis,
Mandrill, Mandrill, Mandrill, Mandrill.
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.