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 Venezuela and from Mexico City.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 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 Kool G Rap & DJ Polo to the jazz 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 Loose Ends. All the underground hits.
All Gabor Szabo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DJ Style 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Pretty Things record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
One Last Wish,
Guru Guru,
Interpol,
Funkadelic,
Sugar Minott,
The Monochrome Set,
The Evens,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Lucky Dragons,
Groovy Waters,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Average White Band,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
OOIOO,
the Soft Cell,
Heaven 17,
Donny Hathaway,
Blancmange,
Agitation Free,
Index,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Bootsy Collins,
Mary Jane Girls,
Rakim,
The Standells,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Man Parrish,
Rufus Thomas,
Michelle Simonal,
Camouflage,
Black Flag,
LL Cool J,
Scratch Acid,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Country Teasers,
The J.B.'s,
The Birthday Party,
Kerrie Biddell,
Harmonia,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Radiopuhelimet,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Babytalk,
Inner City,
Tim Buckley,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Duran Duran,
Fear,
Black Bananas,
John Holt,
Wally Richardson,
Sällskapet,
The Gun Club,
Boogie Down Productions,
Technova,
Motorama,
Oblivians,
The Beau Brummels,
Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna.
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.