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 Bangladesh and from Mumbai.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 David Bowie 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 Dirtbombs to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Neon Judgement. All the underground hits.
All Kayak tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bootsy Collins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hoover record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ornette Coleman,
Black Bananas,
In Retrospect,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Eddi Front,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Martian,
Jacques Brel,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Electric Prunes,
Eve St. Jones,
Lakeside,
The Divine Comedy,
Brick,
Pere Ubu,
Stetsasonic,
Max Romeo,
Circle Jerks,
Stockholm Monsters,
Average White Band,
Can,
Tommy Roe,
Slick Rick,
Public Enemy,
Funkadelic,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Warren Ellis,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Gabor Szabo,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Radiohead,
Brothers Johnson,
Sarah Menescal,
Flamin' Groovies,
Suburban Knight,
Chris & Cosey,
Excepter,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Fugs,
Eric Copeland,
Lyres,
Donald Byrd,
The Count Five,
Moss Icon,
Matthew Bourne,
Clear Light,
Amon Düül II,
Pagans,
Mantronix,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
LL Cool J,
Black Sheep,
Rites of Spring,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Deepchord,
Ten City,
Theoretical Girls,
Outsiders, Outsiders, Outsiders, Outsiders.
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.