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 Lithuania and from Spokane.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Rotary Connection to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 L. Decosne. All the underground hits.
All The Saints tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sexual Harrassment 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Piero Umiliani record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Supertramp,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
New Age Steppers,
Wolf Eyes,
The Move,
John Holt,
Hashim,
Minutemen,
The Index,
Infiniti,
the Germs,
The Star Department,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Eric Copeland,
Model 500,
Cal Tjader,
Donny Hathaway,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Peter and Kerry,
Royal Trux,
Boogie Down Productions,
Sight & Sound,
The Stooges,
Symarip,
Quantec,
June Days,
The Mojo Men,
X-101,
Loose Ends,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Cramps,
Procol Harum,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Vladislav Delay,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Country Teasers,
Gil Scott Heron,
Ten City,
Yusef Lateef,
The Gap Band,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Swell Maps,
The Names,
The Birthday Party,
Marvin Gaye,
Jeff Mills,
Sonny Sharrock,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Lungfish,
CMW,
Bizarre Inc.,
Buzzcocks,
Technova,
The Smiths,
Althea and Donna,
Danielle Patucci,
Sexual Harrassment,
La Düsseldorf,
the Normal,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe.
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.