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 Comoros and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 theremin 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 Erykah Badu to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Barry Ungar. All the underground hits.
All Ultramagnetic MC's tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Association record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wally Richardson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radiopuhelimet,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Visage,
Alice Coltrane,
Derrick Morgan,
Piero Umiliani,
Kurtis Blow,
R.M.O.,
The Pretty Things,
The Fugs,
the Germs,
Isaac Hayes,
The Velvet Underground,
Lalann,
The Young Rascals,
Skarface,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Knickerbockers,
Josef K,
Maleditus Sound,
Sonic Youth,
Massinfluence,
The Black Dice,
Marvin Gaye,
Moby Grape,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Shadows of Knight,
Rufus Thomas,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Talk Talk,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Accadde A,
Lebanon Hanover,
Eric Dolphy,
The United States of America,
Anthony Braxton,
Barclay James Harvest,
Eric B and Rakim,
FM Einheit,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
One Last Wish,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Smog,
Jawbox,
Bobby Womack,
Mr. Review,
The Gun Club,
Drive Like Jehu,
Boz Scaggs,
The Smoke,
Au Pairs,
The New Christs,
Joe Smooth,
The Blackbyrds,
Nils Olav,
Malaria!,
Slave,
Rekid,
Pagans, Pagans, Pagans, Pagans.
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.