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 Macedonia and from Portland.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Rahsaan Roland Kirk 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 Grandmaster Flash. All the underground hits.
All Wolf Eyes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dave Clark Five record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 marimba and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kerrie Biddell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Doors,
8 Eyed Spy,
Ossler,
Pantytec,
Harpers Bizarre,
Metal Thangz,
Flipper,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Black Dice,
In Retrospect,
Wasted Youth,
Kerri Chandler,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Television Personalities,
Lebanon Hanover,
Agitation Free,
The Pretty Things,
The Velvet Underground,
Terrestrial Tones,
Organ,
Robert Hood,
Lindisfarne,
X-101,
Gang Starr,
Section 25,
Yellowson,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
K-Klass,
the Human League,
Mandrill,
Toni Rubio,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Moleskins,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Zeros,
Theoretical Girls,
The Cure,
AZ,
The Five Americans,
Symarip,
Malaria!,
These Immortal Souls,
The Monks,
DNA,
The Mojo Men,
Letta Mbulu,
Man Parrish,
Young Marble Giants,
Jandek,
The Selecter,
Bill Near,
The Victims,
Sugar Minott,
Qualms,
Kenny Larkin,
Moby Grape,
Public Enemy,
Fluxion,
the Fania All-Stars,
Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal.
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.