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 Taiwan and from Cairo.
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 Winnipeg and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Litter to the techno 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 The Litter. All the underground hits.
All Black Sheep tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scrapy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barrington Levy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DJ Sneak,
Lee Hazlewood,
Bauhaus,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Scott Walker,
Crash Course in Science,
Whodini,
Rosa Yemen,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Soft Cell,
Sun Ra,
The Kinks,
The Cure,
The Dave Clark Five,
Derrick Morgan,
Faraquet,
The Durutti Column,
The Angels of Light,
The Misunderstood,
Marine Girls,
Johnny Clarke,
Warsaw,
Ultimate Spinach,
Letta Mbulu,
Danielle Patucci,
Camberwell Now,
DJ Style,
Harpers Bizarre,
Barrington Levy,
U.S. Maple,
Erykah Badu,
The Motions,
the Normal,
Maleditus Sound,
Fela Kuti,
David Bowie,
Aswad,
the Slits,
Henry Cow,
Terry Callier,
The New Christs,
Bad Manners,
Inner City,
London Community Gospel Choir,
kango's stein massive,
Sonic Youth,
Nik Kershaw,
Nirvana,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The J.B.'s,
The Busters,
Man Eating Sloth,
Kayak,
Al Stewart,
Sister Nancy,
B.T. Express,
Siglo XX,
Dave Gahan,
Au Pairs,
Funky Four + One,
The Real Kids,
The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos.
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.