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 Ivory Coast and from Tehran.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 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 Notorious Big And Bone Thugs to the jazz 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 Subhumans. All the underground hits.
All Mars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Desert Stars 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eurythmics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed,
Lindisfarne,
Unrelated Segments,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Quantec,
The Count Five,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Zapp,
Alice Coltrane,
Morten Harket,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Dennis Brown,
Infiniti,
Josef K,
Barclay James Harvest,
Kerrie Biddell,
Stiv Bators,
Nation of Ulysses,
Moby Grape,
Tomorrow,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Knickerbockers,
D'Angelo,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Scientists,
Yellowson,
These Immortal Souls,
Susan Cadogan,
DNA,
The Real Kids,
Average White Band,
Sexual Harrassment,
Monks,
Eric B and Rakim,
Bronski Beat,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Lakeside,
Althea and Donna,
Gabor Szabo,
Minnie Riperton,
The Move,
Jacob Miller,
Adolescents,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Lebanon Hanover,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Cecil Taylor,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Jacques Brel,
Reagan Youth,
Sällskapet,
Crispian St. Peters,
Albert Ayler,
Slave,
Brass Construction,
The Music Machine,
Vainqueur, Vainqueur, Vainqueur, Vainqueur.
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.