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 New Zealand 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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 808 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 Spoonie Gee to the grunge 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 The Pretty Things. All the underground hits.
All Saccharine Trust tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Victims record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Basic Channel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pole,
Albert Ayler,
Anthony Braxton,
Cameo,
Drive Like Jehu,
Bad Manners,
Morten Harket,
Livin' Joy,
Robert Wyatt,
Todd Terry,
Wasted Youth,
Porter Ricks,
The Gap Band,
Fad Gadget,
Susan Cadogan,
Darondo,
Visage,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Frankie Knuckles,
Lakeside,
The Black Dice,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Mad Mike,
Los Fastidios,
Brick,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Lebanon Hanover,
Bush Tetras,
Dead Boys,
X-101,
L. Decosne,
Janne Schatter,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Pharoah Sanders,
CMW,
Aaron Thompson,
The Associates,
Boz Scaggs,
The Selecter,
Kerri Chandler,
Hashim,
Deepchord,
Moebius,
Blossom Toes,
Jacob Miller,
Soul Sonic Force,
Judy Mowatt,
Gichy Dan,
The Misunderstood,
Nas,
The Gun Club,
Nils Olav,
Harmonia,
Man Parrish,
Fluxion,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Panda Bear,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Victims,
The Slackers,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Icehouse,
Roxy Music, Roxy Music, Roxy Music, Roxy Music.
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.