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 Chad and from Spokane.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Boogie Down Productions to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Germs. All the underground hits.
All Outsiders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aaron Thompson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 oboe and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roy Ayers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Holt,
Isaac Hayes,
Sound Behaviour,
The Fall,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Delon & Dalcan,
Albert Ayler,
Eric Copeland,
Kevin Saunderson,
Johnny Osbourne,
Gastr Del Sol,
Banda Bassotti,
Eurythmics,
Kerrie Biddell,
Monolake,
Von Mondo,
Erykah Badu,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Golliwogs,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Deepchord,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Adolescents,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Swell Maps,
Malaria!,
Bad Manners,
Eric Dolphy,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
These Immortal Souls,
a-ha,
The Skatalites,
Funky Four + One,
Sparks,
Fat Boys,
Jeff Mills,
Tom Boy,
Guru Guru,
Boogie Down Productions,
Intrusion,
Pharoah Sanders,
Swans,
Charles Mingus,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Harpers Bizarre,
Josef K,
Hardrive,
Godley & Creme,
James White and The Blacks,
The Neon Judgement,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Skaos,
Maurizio,
Ronnie Foster,
Theoretical Girls,
Jeru the Damaja,
John Lydon,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Gun Club, The Gun Club, The Gun Club, The Gun Club.
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.