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 Armenia and from Salvador.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 New Order to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Au Pairs. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ponytail 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stockholm Monsters,
ABBA,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Robert Hood,
Fear,
Smog,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Television,
Black Sheep,
Los Fastidios,
Michelle Simonal,
Dead Boys,
Technova,
The Beau Brummels,
The Vogues,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
B.T. Express,
Adolescents,
Tomorrow,
Bobby Womack,
The Human League,
Scion,
Rakim,
Interpol,
Alice Coltrane,
The Sonics,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Vladislav Delay,
Joe Smooth,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Soul Sonic Force,
In Retrospect,
Max Romeo,
Gang Green,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Black Flag,
Sixth Finger,
Bob Dylan,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Eyeless In Gaza,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Last Poets,
The Walker Brothers,
Ultra Naté,
LL Cool J,
Suburban Knight,
The Monks,
Pussy Galore,
The Fire Engines,
Traffic Nightmare,
Ten City,
Swell Maps,
The Fugs,
Ronnie Foster,
Roxy Music,
Loose Ends,
Audionom,
Section 25,
Crime,
Judy Mowatt,
Magma, Magma, Magma, Magma.
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.