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 Italy and from Cairo.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 chamberlin 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 The Busters to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Maurizio. All the underground hits.
All Isaac Hayes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Liliput 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pussy Galore record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soul II Soul,
Graham Central Station,
The Happenings,
Skaos,
Skriet,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Boredoms,
The Gap Band,
Quantec,
Peter & Gordon,
Minny Pops,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Kurtis Blow,
Terry Callier,
Rekid,
Altered Images,
The Slits,
The Gories,
PIL,
Boz Scaggs,
Delta 5,
Radio Birdman,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Derrick May,
The J.B.'s,
Ludus,
Sonny Sharrock,
Lalo Schifrin,
Roger Hodgson,
Marmalade,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Eric Dolphy,
Surgeon,
Marine Girls,
Andrew Hill,
The Last Poets,
Piero Umiliani,
Henry Cow,
Harpers Bizarre,
Easy Going,
Livin' Joy,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Grauzone,
Jeru the Damaja,
Shoche,
Pole,
The Fortunes,
Ossler,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Sister Nancy,
Crispian St. Peters,
Chrome,
The Golliwogs,
Procol Harum,
Robert Hood,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Dead C,
Joensuu 1685,
Model 500,
Barclay James Harvest,
the Slits,
The Raincoats,
Black Flag,
Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth.
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.