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 Laos and from Manchester.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 808 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 DJ Style to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Deadbeat. All the underground hits.
All Rod Modell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barclay James Harvest record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Suicide record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Blake Baxter,
Gil Scott Heron,
Roxette,
Jerry's Kids,
Morten Harket,
Pulsallama,
The Victims,
Bob Dylan,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
MDC,
the Bar-Kays,
Heaven 17,
Yusef Lateef,
Zero Boys,
Junior Murvin,
Interpol,
Banda Bassotti,
Gastr Del Sol,
Swell Maps,
The New Christs,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Rhythm & Sound,
Brothers Johnson,
Gichy Dan,
Rosa Yemen,
The Monochrome Set,
Roger Hodgson,
Kerrie Biddell,
Cameo,
Gerry Rafferty,
Aswad,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Traffic Nightmare,
CMW,
Outsiders,
Panda Bear,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Kinks,
Cecil Taylor,
cv313,
Fugazi,
Hardrive,
The United States of America,
The Evens,
John Cale,
Aural Exciters,
Colin Newman,
Archie Shepp,
Avey Tare,
John Coltrane,
Television Personalities,
Scan 7,
The Dirtbombs,
Soul Sonic Force,
Pole,
Fad Gadget,
Absolute Body Control,
Rufus Thomas,
Patti Smith,
The Fall,
UT,
David McCallum,
Icehouse, Icehouse, Icehouse, Icehouse.
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.