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 Bhutan and from Madrid.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Rotary Connection to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Alice Coltrane. All the underground hits.
All Panda Bear tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nico record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a AZ record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tommy Roe,
Ice-T,
Basic Channel,
Sonic Youth,
K-Klass,
One Last Wish,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Eurythmics,
Sparks,
Bauhaus,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Human League,
F. McDonald,
New Order,
Delta 5,
Rhythm & Sound,
Mandrill,
Soft Machine,
Soft Cell,
Barbara Tucker,
Eric B and Rakim,
The United States of America,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Joensuu 1685,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
LL Cool J,
Hasil Adkins,
Reuben Wilson,
Lou Reed,
Grandmaster Flash,
DJ Style,
The Real Kids,
Crispian St. Peters,
Bob Dylan,
Vladislav Delay,
Lightning Bolt,
Robert Hood,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Byron Stingily,
Audionom,
Visage,
Eden Ahbez,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
The Residents,
Ossler,
The Trojans,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Royal Trux,
Cheater Slicks,
Brothers Johnson,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Todd Terry,
Gabor Szabo,
EPMD,
The Martian,
Urselle,
Von Mondo,
Faraquet,
Bobby Womack,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Roxy Music,
The Remains, The Remains, The Remains, The Remains.
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.