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 the UAE and from Lyon.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 chamberlin 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 Sunsets and Hearts to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Aaron Thompson. All the underground hits.
All Selector Dub Narcotic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every MDC 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sugar Minott record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Danielle Patucci,
Fat Boys,
The Toasters,
Public Image Ltd.,
Television Personalities,
Mantronix,
Guru Guru,
John Holt,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Delon & Dalcan,
Ponytail,
Aaron Thompson,
Monks,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Agitation Free,
Ludus,
Fugazi,
Davy DMX,
David Axelrod,
The Smoke,
Harpers Bizarre,
Skaos,
Marvin Gaye,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
CMW,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Toni Rubio,
DJ Sneak,
Urselle,
Sun City Girls,
Jesper Dahlback,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Audionom,
Girls At Our Best!,
Wally Richardson,
The Fall,
Scion,
The Smiths,
The Names,
The J.B.'s,
X-101,
Lou Reed,
Suicide,
Symarip,
Rufus Thomas,
Ultravox,
Joyce Sims,
Crooked Eye,
ABBA,
Kayak,
Easy Going,
The Doobie Brothers,
the Human League,
The Fugs,
Ronnie Foster,
X-102,
Pere Ubu,
Wolf Eyes,
The Skatalites,
The Residents,
Warren Ellis,
Newcleus,
Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes.
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.