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 Dominican Republic and from Bremen.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Philadelphia.
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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Derrick Morgan to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Metal Thangz. All the underground hits.
All Hashim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Echospace record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lakeside record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nirvana,
Johnny Clarke,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Gun Club,
Ossler,
Chris & Cosey,
Metal Thangz,
Jerry's Kids,
The Black Dice,
Black Bananas,
Banda Bassotti,
Roxette,
Bobby Byrd,
Idris Muhammad,
Pet Shop Boys,
Warren Ellis,
The Victims,
A Certain Ratio,
June of 44,
Subhumans,
Alton Ellis,
Stiv Bators,
Kayak,
Duran Duran,
Kool Moe Dee,
Surgeon,
Lungfish,
Bobby Womack,
Glenn Branca,
Man Parrish,
Mary Jane Girls,
Organ,
Tommy Roe,
Kerri Chandler,
Liliput,
Shoche,
Bad Manners,
Royal Trux,
Sun Ra,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Von Mondo,
The Birthday Party,
The Index,
Pylon,
David Axelrod,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Echospace,
Hasil Adkins,
Darondo,
B.T. Express,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Carl Craig,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Soulsonic Force,
Groovy Waters,
Colin Newman,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Toasters,
Marshall Jefferson,
Don Cherry,
Joey Negro,
Jawbox, Jawbox, Jawbox, Jawbox.
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.