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 Australia 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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 The Jesus and Mary Chain to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Essential Logic. All the underground hits.
All Yusef Lateef tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Funky Four + One record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ash Ra Tempel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Desert Stars,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
E-Dancer,
Flamin' Groovies,
Thompson Twins,
James White and The Blacks,
Eden Ahbez,
F. McDonald,
Model 500,
CMW,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Kerrie Biddell,
Rapeman,
Al Stewart,
Moby Grape,
Absolute Body Control,
Delta 5,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Joyce Sims,
The Mummies,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Pantaleimon,
World's Most,
Kevin Saunderson,
Technova,
Cybotron,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Tubeway Army,
cv313,
The Neon Judgement,
The Knickerbockers,
Magma,
Sandy B,
Ludus,
Mr. Review,
The Gap Band,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Curtis Mayfield,
Mad Mike,
Alphaville,
Patti Smith,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Ornette Coleman,
Josef K,
Dual Sessions,
Dorothy Ashby,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Stooges,
Lalann,
Faust,
Siglo XX,
B.T. Express,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Q65,
JFA,
Bill Near,
Index,
Rufus Thomas,
The Smiths, The Smiths, The Smiths, The Smiths.
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.