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 Ireland and from Edmonton.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Stockholm.
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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Agitation Free to the crunk 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 Severed Heads. All the underground hits.
All Dorothy Ashby tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Move record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Velvet Underground record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
June of 44,
The Zeros,
Radiopuhelimet,
Das Ding,
Todd Rundgren,
The Remains,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Saccharine Trust,
Lou Christie,
The Beau Brummels,
Ponytail,
Boogie Down Productions,
Jesper Dahlback,
Eyeless In Gaza,
DJ Style,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Cal Tjader,
The Dirtbombs,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Tommy Roe,
The Kinks,
Cameo,
Deakin,
Sexual Harrassment,
Ice-T,
Colin Newman,
Guru Guru,
Supertramp,
Oblivians,
K-Klass,
Yellowson,
Roy Ayers,
Erasure,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Bobby Womack,
Arcadia,
Bad Manners,
CMW,
Sällskapet,
Average White Band,
The Star Department,
the Human League,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Soulsonic Force,
Schoolly D,
The Residents,
Gang of Four,
Lindisfarne,
Iggy Pop,
The Fire Engines,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Grandmaster Flash,
Bluetip,
Traffic Nightmare,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Anthony Braxton,
Electric Prunes,
Porter Ricks,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Scientists,
Eddi Front,
Minor Threat,
Kerri Chandler,
The Slackers, The Slackers, The Slackers, The Slackers.
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.