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 Honduras 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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 808 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 Marcia Griffiths to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Sly & The Family Stone. All the underground hits.
All Ultra Naté tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hasil Adkins 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sad Lovers and Giants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barry Ungar,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Urselle,
Suburban Knight,
Lebanon Hanover,
Intrusion,
Lalo Schifrin,
Pet Shop Boys,
Amon Düül II,
Pole,
Skaos,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Freddie Wadling,
Soft Machine,
The Electric Prunes,
Sonny Sharrock,
MDC,
Nirvana,
The Cure,
Bobby Byrd,
Arthur Verocai,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Leonard Cohen,
Mars,
The J.B.'s,
the Normal,
The Neon Judgement,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Chris & Cosey,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Eric Copeland,
Erykah Badu,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Funkadelic,
Robert Görl,
Scan 7,
Gabor Szabo,
R.M.O.,
The Evens,
Cheater Slicks,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
CMW,
New York Dolls,
Soul II Soul,
X-101,
Second Layer,
Maurizio,
T.S.O.L.,
Little Man,
Pierre Henry,
Quando Quango,
Tommy Roe,
Juan Atkins,
E-Dancer,
Soulsonic Force,
Aloha Tigers,
Aaron Thompson,
The United States of America,
Sandy B,
Dark Day,
Dave Gahan,
Josef K,
Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid.
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.