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 Djibouti and from Jakarta.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Copenhagen.
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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the 808 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 Scan 7 to the disco 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 Misunderstood. All the underground hits.
All Audionom tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dirtbombs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Cluster,
Lucky Dragons,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Alton Ellis,
The Fugs,
The Mummies,
New Order,
Wolf Eyes,
Junior Murvin,
Nick Fraelich,
Kurtis Blow,
Television,
Iggy Pop,
K-Klass,
Dawn Penn,
R.M.O.,
Stiv Bators,
kango's stein massive,
Donny Hathaway,
The Trojans,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
JFA,
The Slits,
D'Angelo,
The Busters,
Hardrive,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Amon Düül II,
Gang Green,
Aaron Thompson,
Symarip,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Lower 48,
Funky Four + One,
Wally Richardson,
Ultra Naté,
Lindisfarne,
Masters at Work,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Altered Images,
Procol Harum,
Clear Light,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Freddie Wadling,
Loose Ends,
Black Pus,
Icehouse,
Marc Almond,
The Birthday Party,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Barry Ungar,
DJ Style,
Piero Umiliani,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Count Five,
The Misunderstood,
Deepchord,
Delta 5,
the Association, the Association, the Association, the Association.
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.