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 Burkina and from Bremen.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 linndrum 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 Scrapy to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 the Swans. All the underground hits.
All Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Spoonie Gee 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neil Young & Crazy Horse record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David Bowie,
Reuben Wilson,
Metal Thangz,
Tomorrow,
Little Man,
Arab on Radar,
Eric B and Rakim,
Young Marble Giants,
Albert Ayler,
Public Image Ltd.,
Audionom,
Roger Hodgson,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Stooges,
X-101,
Lindisfarne,
Shoche,
Bobby Womack,
The Vogues,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Black Flag,
Technova,
Gang Gang Dance,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
R.M.O.,
48th St. Collective,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Cluster,
The Toasters,
Bluetip,
Nirvana,
The Gun Club,
Rufus Thomas,
The Fire Engines,
Dorothy Ashby,
Half Japanese,
The Saints,
Interpol,
K-Klass,
Marc Almond,
Television Personalities,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Faust,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Boz Scaggs,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Morten Harket,
Royal Trux,
The Smiths,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Popol Vuh,
Scion,
Wire,
Rhythm & Sound,
Thee Headcoats,
Man Parrish,
Brass Construction,
Eric Dolphy,
Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma.
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.