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 Egypt 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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 The Doors to the dance 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 Fugazi. All the underground hits.
All The Names tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DeepChord presents Echospace 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Coltrane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vainqueur,
Simply Red,
The American Breed,
Quantec,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Kerri Chandler,
Minnie Riperton,
Grey Daturas,
Bluetip,
The Red Krayola,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Stetsasonic,
Oneida,
The Leaves,
Cymande,
Bauhaus,
Todd Terry,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Lower 48,
the Association,
Khruangbin,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Modern Lovers,
John Lydon,
MC5,
Flash Fearless,
The Divine Comedy,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Monks,
Iggy Pop,
Popol Vuh,
Nils Olav,
Clear Light,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
KRS-One,
Saccharine Trust,
Piero Umiliani,
Moebius,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Subhumans,
The J.B.'s,
Al Stewart,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Techniques,
Bobby Sherman,
New York Dolls,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Walker Brothers,
Eric B and Rakim,
Radiohead,
The Standells,
Gang of Four,
Wire,
Surgeon,
Glenn Branca,
Bobby Womack,
Amon Düül II,
Funkadelic,
Moss Icon,
The Cosmic Jokers,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Make Up,
Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott.
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.