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 Lithuania and from Salvador.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 rhodes 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 Harry Pussy to the rap 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 Flipper. All the underground hits.
All Newcleus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Graham Central Station record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 mellotron and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Swans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ponytail,
Newcleus,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Human League,
the Soft Cell,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Henry Cow,
Animal Collective,
The Move,
Eric B and Rakim,
Masters at Work,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Zero Boys,
Marvin Gaye,
Minnie Riperton,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Skatalites,
Whodini,
The Offenders,
the Association,
D'Angelo,
Spoonie Gee,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Quadrant,
Goldenarms,
The Slackers,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Blancmange,
H. Thieme,
Excepter,
Echospace,
Kayak,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Toasters,
Wasted Youth,
The Birthday Party,
Faust,
Yusef Lateef,
Crooked Eye,
The Sonics,
Cymande,
Chrome,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Freddie Wadling,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Das Ding,
Arab on Radar,
LL Cool J,
Suburban Knight,
Brothers Johnson,
Nas,
Rekid,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Selecter,
Oblivians,
Warren Ellis,
The Doors,
Lou Reed,
Vainqueur,
PIL,
Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope.
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.