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 Angola and from Spokane.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 arpeggiator 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 48th St. Collective to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Shuggie Otis. All the underground hits.
All Hardrive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dennis Brown record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a R.M.O. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Country Joe & The Fish,
Davy DMX,
Eve St. Jones,
Lakeside,
Television,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Real Kids,
the Association,
The Fortunes,
Fatback Band,
The Busters,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Tubeway Army,
Easy Going,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Tim Buckley,
The Angels of Light,
Jandek,
DNA,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Amon Düül II,
Half Japanese,
Eden Ahbez,
Aswad,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Erasure,
Curtis Mayfield,
the Slits,
The Standells,
Dark Day,
Aaron Thompson,
Arcadia,
the Fania All-Stars,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Golliwogs,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Beau Brummels,
The Music Machine,
The Selecter,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Index,
Flamin' Groovies,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Cluster,
The Wake,
Brand Nubian,
Colin Newman,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Ten City,
Das Ding,
Man Parrish,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Moody Blues,
Mo-Dettes,
Pierre Henry,
Echospace,
Zero Boys,
Circle Jerks,
John Holt,
Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack.
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.