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 Poland and from Sao Paulo.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 Robert Palmer 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 Donald Byrd to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Country Teasers. All the underground hits.
All Sister Nancy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Connie Case record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 güiro and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Groovy Waters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
OOIOO,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Gichy Dan,
Technova,
Marine Girls,
Wolf Eyes,
the Sonics,
Rosa Yemen,
The Victims,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Lucky Dragons,
The Count Five,
Brass Construction,
Tres Demented,
Excepter,
Surgeon,
The Dead C,
Yellowson,
8 Eyed Spy,
Interpol,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Alton Ellis,
Magazine,
Television Personalities,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Schoolly D,
the Germs,
Oneida,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Spoonie Gee,
In Retrospect,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Judy Mowatt,
Nation of Ulysses,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Erasure,
Unwound,
Stockholm Monsters,
Gang Gang Dance,
Newcleus,
Lou Reed,
Young Marble Giants,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Motions,
Tommy Roe,
New York Dolls,
The New Christs,
John Lydon,
the Soft Cell,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Barry Ungar,
Section 25,
Sexual Harrassment,
Rapeman,
The Invisible,
Shoche,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Parry Music,
Rod Modell,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Barclay James Harvest,
Y Pants, Y Pants, Y Pants, Y Pants.
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.