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 France and from Houston.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Toronto.
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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Ice-T to the electroclash 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 The Fugs. All the underground hits.
All Brick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Janne Schatter 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arthur Verocai record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nico,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Eden Ahbez,
Bush Tetras,
Sarah Menescal,
the Fania All-Stars,
Little Man,
Surgeon,
Erykah Badu,
Ohio Players,
Zero Boys,
The Flesh Eaters,
Jacob Miller,
Matthew Bourne,
Byron Stingily,
Soft Machine,
UT,
The Raincoats,
Suburban Knight,
Johnny Clarke,
Popol Vuh,
the Germs,
Maurizio,
Pulsallama,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Sunsets and Hearts,
John Foxx,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Donny Hathaway,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Monks,
Rakim,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Move,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Camouflage,
Silicon Teens,
Joensuu 1685,
Traffic Nightmare,
Warsaw,
Rapeman,
Liliput,
The Leaves,
Donald Byrd,
Ronan,
Jeff Mills,
B.T. Express,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Public Enemy,
Deakin,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
X-102,
Tomorrow,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Boz Scaggs,
Yusef Lateef,
The Evens,
Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers.
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.