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 Singapore and from Madrid.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 oboe 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 Subhumans to the dance 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 Tim Buckley. All the underground hits.
All DeepChord presents Echospace tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Big Daddy Kane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang of Four record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Eden Ahbez,
Pierre Henry,
The Grass Roots,
Joensuu 1685,
OOIOO,
The Gories,
Con Funk Shun,
DNA,
Byron Stingily,
The Gap Band,
Robert Hood,
Eric B and Rakim,
Minnie Riperton,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Country Teasers,
Nils Olav,
The Pretty Things,
Das Ding,
Wally Richardson,
John Foxx,
Brothers Johnson,
Joy Division,
Quadrant,
Glambeats Corp.,
Bush Tetras,
Nico,
Absolute Body Control,
Magma,
Iggy Pop,
The Velvet Underground,
Gabor Szabo,
Sam Rivers,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The New Christs,
The Invisible,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Bronski Beat,
Barrington Levy,
Echospace,
John Holt,
Faust,
Bad Manners,
the Sonics,
The Music Machine,
ABBA,
Carl Craig,
Essential Logic,
Crash Course in Science,
Ronnie Foster,
Archie Shepp,
Dead Boys,
China Crisis,
John Cale,
The Stooges,
Au Pairs,
The Slits,
Mandrill,
Dennis Brown,
Blake Baxter,
Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants.
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.