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 Saudi Arabia and from Manila.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Gabor Szabo to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Be Bop Deluxe. All the underground hits.
All F. McDonald tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gladiators record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Von Mondo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
ABC,
The Moody Blues,
Scrapy,
Country Teasers,
Vladislav Delay,
Minny Pops,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Thompson Twins,
Accadde A,
Minor Threat,
Porter Ricks,
Moss Icon,
Negative Approach,
The Black Dice,
Parry Music,
Hardrive,
Wasted Youth,
The Happenings,
Eli Mardock,
Sun City Girls,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Monks,
UT,
The Misunderstood,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Leaves,
Aural Exciters,
Stetsasonic,
Scion,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Nik Kershaw,
Panda Bear,
The Stooges,
Delon & Dalcan,
MDC,
Bob Dylan,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
48th St. Collective,
Eden Ahbez,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Royal Trux,
Erykah Badu,
Easy Going,
Pharoah Sanders,
Donny Hathaway,
John Holt,
The Saints,
Jesper Dahlback,
Derrick May,
Interpol,
Flash Fearless,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Wally Richardson,
The J.B.'s,
Talk Talk,
K-Klass,
The Blackbyrds,
The Angels of Light,
Harry Pussy,
Dead Boys,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Das Ding,
Sun Ra, Sun Ra, Sun Ra, Sun Ra.
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.