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 Armenia and from Philadelphia.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Pussy Galore to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Skatalites. All the underground hits.
All Lizzy Mercier Descloux tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Larry & the Blue Notes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sexual Harrassment record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Mr. Review,
48th St. Collective,
Gang Green,
AZ,
The Zeros,
Chris & Cosey,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Lyres,
Harpers Bizarre,
Drexciya,
Kerri Chandler,
Roxy Music,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Andrew Hill,
Eric Copeland,
T. Rex,
Monolake,
Yellowson,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Thee Headcoats,
Joe Smooth,
MC5,
Little Man,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Soul Sonic Force,
Oblivians,
Scott Walker,
Rhythm & Sound,
Stiv Bators,
Letta Mbulu,
the Association,
Moebius,
New Order,
Television,
Procol Harum,
Howard Jones,
Country Teasers,
Desert Stars,
Althea and Donna,
Sight & Sound,
In Retrospect,
The Leaves,
Con Funk Shun,
Sandy B,
Lalann,
Basic Channel,
Henry Cow,
These Immortal Souls,
Bizarre Inc.,
Crash Course in Science,
Girls At Our Best!,
ABC,
DJ Style,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
John Lydon,
Au Pairs,
Soul II Soul,
Nas,
The Pretty Things,
Pantytec,
Fatback Band, Fatback Band, Fatback Band, Fatback Band.
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.