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 Moldova and from Toronto.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Terror Squad Feat. Camron to the electroclash 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 Graham Central Station. All the underground hits.
All Wire tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DJ Sneak record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Peter and Kerry,
Eddi Front,
X-102,
Curtis Mayfield,
Radio Birdman,
Jerry's Kids,
Cheater Slicks,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Jeru the Damaja,
Bobby Byrd,
Ossler,
Eric Copeland,
Marcia Griffiths,
Tommy Roe,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Raincoats,
Bob Dylan,
Kurtis Blow,
Delta 5,
Black Moon,
Q and Not U,
Hasil Adkins,
Hashim,
Minny Pops,
L. Decosne,
Subhumans,
Girls At Our Best!,
Skriet,
kango's stein massive,
Pagans,
Babytalk,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Knickerbockers,
Lakeside,
Al Stewart,
Audionom,
Flash Fearless,
Archie Shepp,
Iggy Pop,
Traffic Nightmare,
Siglo XX,
Pere Ubu,
the Bar-Kays,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Barracudas,
Qualms,
Nas,
Sight & Sound,
Slave,
Lyres,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Sonics,
The Walker Brothers,
The Gladiators,
Smog,
Surgeon,
Minnie Riperton,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Isaac Hayes,
Amon Düül II,
Model 500,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Camouflage, Camouflage, Camouflage, Camouflage.
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.