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 Cuba and from Shanghai.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 guitar 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 The American Breed to the rap 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 Man Eating Sloth. All the underground hits.
All Marvin Gaye tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every This Heat 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Beasts of Bourbon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
D'Angelo,
Ice-T,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Depeche Mode,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Eddi Front,
Mission of Burma,
Peter and Kerry,
Surgeon,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Bobby Byrd,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Ossler,
the Swans,
Spandau Ballet,
Peter & Gordon,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Doors,
Derrick Morgan,
Altered Images,
The Last Poets,
The Smoke,
The Move,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Gap Band,
Tomorrow,
Bush Tetras,
Brothers Johnson,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Little Man,
Alton Ellis,
Deakin,
Rhythm & Sound,
Public Enemy,
The Dave Clark Five,
Quantec,
Can,
Drexciya,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Radiohead,
Yusef Lateef,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Jerry Gold Smith,
David Bowie,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Slick Rick,
The Vogues,
The Stooges,
Dennis Brown,
Nick Fraelich,
Scientists,
Y Pants,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Hoover,
Pantaleimon,
Lucky Dragons,
The Beau Brummels,
Derrick May,
The Neon Judgement,
Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic.
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.