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 Cameroon and from Manchester.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Ralphi Rosario to the grunge 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 Drexciya. All the underground hits.
All The United States of America tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harmonia record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Doobie Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Vainqueur,
Eden Ahbez,
Pylon,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Modern Lovers,
These Immortal Souls,
Blancmange,
Soft Cell,
The Seeds,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Heaven 17,
Reuben Wilson,
Sight & Sound,
Nick Fraelich,
F. McDonald,
Cluster,
Skaos,
UT,
Archie Shepp,
Parry Music,
Tom Boy,
Aswad,
Bobby Womack,
La Düsseldorf,
Pagans,
The Velvet Underground,
Marvin Gaye,
Steve Hackett,
Warsaw,
Soulsonic Force,
Rufus Thomas,
Fela Kuti,
David Bowie,
DNA,
Gil Scott Heron,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Skriet,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Trumans Water,
Magma,
Bang On A Can,
Nation of Ulysses,
Spandau Ballet,
Godley & Creme,
Lou Reed,
Bobby Byrd,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Sun City Girls,
Donald Byrd,
Albert Ayler,
Barrington Levy,
The Angels of Light,
Vladislav Delay,
China Crisis,
Glenn Branca,
The Pretty Things,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Offenders,
the Germs, the Germs, the Germs, the Germs.
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.