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 Korea North 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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Salvador.
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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Kurtis Blow to the funk 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 Bar-Kays. All the underground hits.
All Brick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Echospace record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grandmaster Flash record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Erykah Badu,
Johnny Osbourne,
Gang of Four,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Sonic Youth,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Aswad,
Lou Christie,
Matthew Halsall,
Crime,
Erasure,
Lyres,
the Slits,
Bobby Byrd,
Darondo,
CMW,
Morten Harket,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Tomorrow,
cv313,
Robert Görl,
Dennis Brown,
Spandau Ballet,
Surgeon,
Maurizio,
Negative Approach,
Delon & Dalcan,
Clear Light,
Robert Wyatt,
Excepter,
E-Dancer,
Anakelly,
The Associates,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Gun Club,
Johnny Clarke,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Wings,
Minor Threat,
Deepchord,
MC5,
Underground Resistance,
The Shadows of Knight,
Sister Nancy,
Wire,
The American Breed,
Idris Muhammad,
The Young Rascals,
Monolake,
Dorothy Ashby,
Reuben Wilson,
Oblivians,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
L. Decosne,
The Leaves,
Infiniti,
Prince Buster,
Isaac Hayes,
Das Ding, Das Ding, Das Ding, Das Ding.
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.