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 Hong Kong.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan to the techno 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 Faust. All the underground hits.
All Lyres tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tomorrow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 an organ and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Misunderstood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Smiths,
Robert Görl,
Lalo Schifrin,
Cal Tjader,
Agitation Free,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Swell Maps,
Barry Ungar,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Electric Prunes,
The Red Krayola,
Leonard Cohen,
Traffic Nightmare,
Q and Not U,
Maurizio,
Jimmy McGriff,
Khruangbin,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Doobie Brothers,
Crime,
The Selecter,
Sound Behaviour,
Lower 48,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Scion,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Nik Kershaw,
Marine Girls,
Lou Christie,
Interpol,
Soft Cell,
EPMD,
John Holt,
Rapeman,
Rhythm & Sound,
Goldenarms,
Toni Rubio,
Ludus,
Bluetip,
Lee Hazlewood,
Minor Threat,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Janne Schatter,
The Neon Judgement,
Ultimate Spinach,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Evens,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Five Americans,
Yusef Lateef,
R.M.O.,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Little Man,
Radio Birdman,
Vainqueur,
Sex Pistols,
Donny Hathaway,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Joe Finger,
China Crisis,
Alton Ellis,
Ohio Players, Ohio Players, Ohio Players, Ohio Players.
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.