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 Sierra Leone and from London.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Winnipeg.
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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Trojans. All the underground hits.
All The Motions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nico 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a F. McDonald record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Peter & Gordon,
The Moleskins,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Crispian St. Peters,
Zero Boys,
The Modern Lovers,
Moebius,
The Toasters,
The Gap Band,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
D'Angelo,
Derrick May,
Pierre Henry,
The Names,
Quadrant,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Durutti Column,
Kerrie Biddell,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Josef K,
Boogie Down Productions,
James Chance & The Contortions,
PIL,
Johnny Osbourne,
Mark Hollis,
Bill Near,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Connie Case,
Aloha Tigers,
Letta Mbulu,
Skarface,
Technova,
Rekid,
Idris Muhammad,
Amon Düül,
Agitation Free,
Alton Ellis,
Fear,
Kerri Chandler,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Harpers Bizarre,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Arthur Verocai,
Hot Snakes,
Model 500,
Severed Heads,
Desert Stars,
Soft Cell,
Ituana,
Guru Guru,
Y Pants,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
L. Decosne,
Section 25,
Khruangbin,
Joyce Sims,
Marine Girls,
Danielle Patucci,
Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw.
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.