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 Gabon and from Tokyo.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 X-101 to the electroclash 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 Quadrant. All the underground hits.
All Sandy B tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every EPMD 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lizzy Mercier Descloux record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cheater Slicks,
Brass Construction,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Zero Boys,
Depeche Mode,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
8 Eyed Spy,
John Lydon,
Maurizio,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Grey Daturas,
Massinfluence,
Lungfish,
Lou Reed,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Techniques,
Intrusion,
Carl Craig,
The Angels of Light,
Minny Pops,
The Gories,
The Blackbyrds,
Tropical Tobacco,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Con Funk Shun,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Groovy Waters,
Juan Atkins,
Scott Walker,
The Black Dice,
Fela Kuti,
Wally Richardson,
Pussy Galore,
Deakin,
Icehouse,
The Sound,
Wasted Youth,
Isaac Hayes,
Delon & Dalcan,
T. Rex,
Kool Moe Dee,
Liliput,
Dual Sessions,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Martian,
Bang On A Can,
Crooked Eye,
Boz Scaggs,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Shoche,
Aural Exciters,
Monolake,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Boogie Down Productions,
World's Most,
The Real Kids,
H. Thieme,
Mars,
The Gladiators,
The J.B.'s,
Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment.
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.