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 Maldives 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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 Lou Reed 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 LL Cool J to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Sixth Finger. All the underground hits.
All A Flock of Seagulls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marine Girls 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Art Ensemble Of Chicago record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nation of Ulysses,
New Order,
the Bar-Kays,
Ultra Naté,
Fear,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Jacques Brel,
Rites of Spring,
Popol Vuh,
The Doors,
Aaron Thompson,
Television Personalities,
Hasil Adkins,
Marine Girls,
DJ Sneak,
Peter and Kerry,
Henry Cow,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Bluetip,
Wolf Eyes,
The Invisible,
The Skatalites,
The Pretty Things,
Technova,
Barclay James Harvest,
Pagans,
Judy Mowatt,
Neu!,
Don Cherry,
Gang Green,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Skriet,
The Detroit Cobras,
Grey Daturas,
Minutemen,
Blancmange,
Sarah Menescal,
Chris Corsano,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Victims,
New York Dolls,
Deakin,
D'Angelo,
Bizarre Inc.,
Rosa Yemen,
The Young Rascals,
World's Most,
Sixth Finger,
Magma,
Ossler,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Yazoo,
Infiniti,
AZ,
Max Romeo,
Brass Construction,
Bobby Sherman,
Davy DMX,
Lalann,
Nirvana,
Black Flag, Black Flag, Black Flag, Black Flag.
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.