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 Malta and from Stockholm.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Mo-Dettes to the punk 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 Jeff Mills. All the underground hits.
All The Doobie Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lungfish 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Godley & Creme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Moon,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Angels of Light,
The Buckinghams,
Bluetip,
Soft Machine,
Malaria!,
The Fall,
Gichy Dan,
Delon & Dalcan,
Susan Cadogan,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Terrestrial Tones,
T. Rex,
JFA,
The Skatalites,
8 Eyed Spy,
Jawbox,
Sandy B,
Throbbing Gristle,
Prince Buster,
the Normal,
Public Enemy,
Minnie Riperton,
Sex Pistols,
Godley & Creme,
The Associates,
The Modern Lovers,
Tommy Roe,
New York Dolls,
the Slits,
Minny Pops,
Terry Callier,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Gladiators,
The Count Five,
Saccharine Trust,
Joyce Sims,
Tears for Fears,
Scion,
Jandek,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Jeru the Damaja,
Echospace,
Khruangbin,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Robert Wyatt,
Wally Richardson,
Gil Scott Heron,
Funky Four + One,
Radio Birdman,
L. Decosne,
Erasure,
Magazine,
Negative Approach,
Unwound,
The Grass Roots,
UT,
The Velvet Underground,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Zapp,
Electric Prunes,
The Busters,
Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter.
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.