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 Saudi Arabia and from Lyon.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Shadows of Knight to the dance 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 N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell. All the underground hits.
All Pagans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pharoah Sanders record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeff Mills record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moebius,
Unwound,
Lungfish,
Zero Boys,
Soul II Soul,
Andrew Hill,
Soft Cell,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Music Machine,
Oblivians,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
kango's stein massive,
Mission of Burma,
Radio Birdman,
Camberwell Now,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Grandmaster Flash,
Qualms,
Vainqueur,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Bizarre Inc.,
John Holt,
The Detroit Cobras,
Sight & Sound,
Joensuu 1685,
Marvin Gaye,
Boz Scaggs,
The Associates,
Y Pants,
Minnie Riperton,
MDC,
The Moody Blues,
CMW,
Ohio Players,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Mad Mike,
Gang Green,
Average White Band,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Public Image Ltd.,
E-Dancer,
Scott Walker,
Maleditus Sound,
Unrelated Segments,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Dorothy Ashby,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Laurel Aitken,
Sex Pistols,
Moby Grape,
The Skatalites,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Royal Trux,
Ultravox,
KRS-One,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Gang Gang Dance,
Charles Mingus,
Mars,
Maurizio,
Hot Snakes,
Aswad,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Reagan Youth,
Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry.
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.