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 Suriname and from Bremen.
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 Cairo and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Brand Nubian to the rap 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 Goldenarms. All the underground hits.
All Henry Cow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rod Modell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobbi Humphrey record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nas,
Ponytail,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Cluster,
Magazine,
Oblivians,
Rufus Thomas,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Knickerbockers,
Camberwell Now,
Ralphi Rosario,
Al Stewart,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Kaleidoscope,
Harry Pussy,
Crime,
Jimmy McGriff,
Blossom Toes,
Neu!,
The Electric Prunes,
Pylon,
cv313,
Stereo Dub,
Supertramp,
John Holt,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Johnny Clarke,
Zapp,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Rod Modell,
The Mummies,
the Bar-Kays,
Q and Not U,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Quantec,
The Names,
DJ Style,
The Kinks,
The Residents,
Electric Prunes,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Don Cherry,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Doobie Brothers,
Wasted Youth,
Siglo XX,
Popol Vuh,
The Divine Comedy,
H. Thieme,
Aural Exciters,
Soulsonic Force,
Alice Coltrane,
Lou Christie,
Rekid,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Cheater Slicks,
Kerri Chandler,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Howard Jones,
Lucky Dragons,
New Order, New Order, New Order, New Order.
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.