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 Uruguay and from Calgary.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 T.S.O.L. to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Sound Behaviour. All the underground hits.
All Organ tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Selector Dub Narcotic 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 theremin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Al Stewart record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Das Ding,
Kool Moe Dee,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Wally Richardson,
Yaz,
Ice-T,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Gerry Rafferty,
Chris Corsano,
Can,
Silicon Teens,
Masters at Work,
Donald Byrd,
Rod Modell,
Von Mondo,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Hashim,
Rapeman,
Marvin Gaye,
Black Pus,
The Fuzztones,
The Alarm Clocks,
B.T. Express,
Beasts of Bourbon,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Rhythm & Sound,
The American Breed,
Tubeway Army,
Mission of Burma,
Josef K,
Derrick May,
Lucky Dragons,
Warsaw,
Saccharine Trust,
The Human League,
Outsiders,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Barbara Tucker,
Ornette Coleman,
Stetsasonic,
Electric Prunes,
Eurythmics,
Jacob Miller,
Bauhaus,
Smog,
David Bowie,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Kinks,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Second Layer,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Altered Images,
Dark Day,
Delta 5,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Procol Harum,
Robert Wyatt,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Fire Engines,
Bad Manners,
DJ Style, DJ Style, DJ Style, DJ Style.
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.