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 Serbia and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Normal to the punk 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 Ronan. All the underground hits.
All The Five Americans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sound Behaviour record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dead C record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeru the Damaja,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Boredoms,
Mad Mike,
Warsaw,
Angry Samoans,
Second Layer,
Country Teasers,
Camouflage,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Misunderstood,
Amon Düül II,
Rites of Spring,
The Moleskins,
The Skatalites,
Smog,
New Order,
Buzzcocks,
The Smoke,
Underground Resistance,
Gang Gang Dance,
Unwound,
Flash Fearless,
New Age Steppers,
Section 25,
ABBA,
Frankie Knuckles,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Ponytail,
Michelle Simonal,
Drexciya,
The Searchers,
The Busters,
The Tremeloes,
The Offenders,
KRS-One,
Magma,
Television Personalities,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Minnie Riperton,
Jawbox,
Scientists,
Slave,
The Mighty Diamonds,
the Soft Cell,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Khruangbin,
Bill Wells,
The Vogues,
The Saints,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Jimmy McGriff,
Suburban Knight,
Peter & Gordon,
The Move,
Chris & Cosey,
Agitation Free,
Godley & Creme,
The Doors,
Los Fastidios,
Von Mondo,
The Last Poets, The Last Poets, The Last Poets, The Last Poets.
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.