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 Norway and from Columbus.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Deepchord to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon. All the underground hits.
All Dennis Brown tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ash Ra Tempel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soulsonic Force 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?
Zapp,
Byron Stingily,
Rufus Thomas,
Japan,
Television Personalities,
Cybotron,
Laurel Aitken,
Inner City,
Chris & Cosey,
Piero Umiliani,
Flash Fearless,
Traffic Nightmare,
Kayak,
Jerry's Kids,
Gang Starr,
Moby Grape,
Make Up,
Vladislav Delay,
Erykah Badu,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Whodini,
The Birthday Party,
Crime,
Public Image Ltd.,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Fugs,
Masters at Work,
the Association,
The Techniques,
The Mojo Men,
Angry Samoans,
Eddi Front,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
E-Dancer,
Excepter,
DJ Style,
Soft Machine,
The Black Dice,
Kurtis Blow,
Minny Pops,
Judy Mowatt,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Hoover,
Rekid,
Depeche Mode,
Gregory Isaacs,
Mission of Burma,
The Invisible,
Lucky Dragons,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Pulsallama,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Tropical Tobacco,
Simply Red,
Derrick Morgan,
Deadbeat,
Barclay James Harvest,
Section 25,
Wally Richardson,
Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti.
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.