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 Sri Lanka and from Columbus.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 organ 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 Wolf Eyes to the rap 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 Eve St. Jones. All the underground hits.
All Stereo Dub tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Bananas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
New Age Steppers,
The Modern Lovers,
The Sonics,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Litter,
Peter and Kerry,
Jacques Brel,
Schoolly D,
Todd Terry,
Malaria!,
Hot Snakes,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Spandau Ballet,
Colin Newman,
Wolf Eyes,
Gang Gang Dance,
Soulsonic Force,
The Vogues,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
CMW,
Kerri Chandler,
Los Fastidios,
This Heat,
Eden Ahbez,
Section 25,
48th St. Collective,
Pet Shop Boys,
Quantec,
Soft Cell,
Terry Callier,
Lakeside,
Freddie Wadling,
Crime,
Yaz,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Sound,
Moby Grape,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
New York Dolls,
The United States of America,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Grandmaster Flash,
These Immortal Souls,
Bobby Byrd,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Bob Dylan,
Blake Baxter,
Qualms,
Pharoah Sanders,
Danielle Patucci,
David McCallum,
Alphaville,
X-Ray Spex,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
the Fania All-Stars,
Dual Sessions,
The J.B.'s,
The Gap Band,
Maurizio,
Ice-T,
LL Cool J, LL Cool J, LL Cool J, LL Cool J.
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.