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 Grenada 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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 Robert Palmer 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 jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Moby Grape. All the underground hits.
All John Foxx tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sad Lovers and Giants record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dark Day record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mummies,
Hasil Adkins,
Hoover,
Second Layer,
Sex Pistols,
Lakeside,
Nick Fraelich,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Terry Callier,
Scott Walker,
8 Eyed Spy,
Camouflage,
Qualms,
E-Dancer,
Joey Negro,
Rod Modell,
The Grass Roots,
Gong,
Avey Tare,
The Human League,
The Fortunes,
D'Angelo,
Darondo,
Don Cherry,
Kerri Chandler,
Drexciya,
Aloha Tigers,
David Axelrod,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
A Certain Ratio,
Rapeman,
Popol Vuh,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Malaria!,
Toni Rubio,
Scan 7,
Ken Boothe,
In Retrospect,
X-101,
The Birthday Party,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Hardrive,
Jerry's Kids,
Boredoms,
Laurel Aitken,
Marine Girls,
Gastr Del Sol,
Ronan,
Althea and Donna,
Joe Smooth,
Dave Gahan,
Jeru the Damaja,
Thompson Twins,
The Searchers,
Amon Düül II,
Delon & Dalcan,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
the Bar-Kays,
Juan Atkins,
The Names,
Circle Jerks,
Yusef Lateef,
Delta 5,
The Victims, The Victims, The Victims, The Victims.
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.