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 Zambia and from Madrid.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Heavy D & The Boyz to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Reuben Wilson. All the underground hits.
All Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dorothy Ashby 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Television Personalities record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron 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 Stooges,
Malaria!,
Deepchord,
Aswad,
Gang Starr,
Dave Gahan,
Mr. Review,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Marshall Jefferson,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Qualms,
Kenny Larkin,
The Motions,
Crash Course in Science,
Lalo Schifrin,
Vladislav Delay,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Junior Murvin,
Brick,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
In Retrospect,
The Alarm Clocks,
Mars,
Roy Ayers,
X-101,
UT,
Boogie Down Productions,
Hasil Adkins,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Monochrome Set,
Toni Rubio,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Nation of Ulysses,
Eric Dolphy,
Sparks,
Siglo XX,
Blake Baxter,
Ossler,
Royal Trux,
Intrusion,
Television Personalities,
Bizarre Inc.,
Boz Scaggs,
Eric Copeland,
Joe Smooth,
Moss Icon,
Dead Boys,
Henry Cow,
Unwound,
Gichy Dan,
the Slits,
CMW,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Davy DMX,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Al Stewart,
Rhythm & Sound,
Organ,
Pere Ubu,
The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds.
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.