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 Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the sitar 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 Little Man to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Chrome. All the underground hits.
All Organ tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minor Threat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Carl Craig record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
T. Rex,
Flash Fearless,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Martian,
Zapp,
The Associates,
Japan,
Jacob Miller,
Maurizio,
Arcadia,
Neu!,
Trumans Water,
Slick Rick,
Eric B and Rakim,
Eurythmics,
Godley & Creme,
Bob Dylan,
This Heat,
Bluetip,
Spoonie Gee,
Stockholm Monsters,
ABC,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Music Machine,
Ultravox,
Lungfish,
Man Parrish,
Lightning Bolt,
Crispy Ambulance,
D'Angelo,
Gabor Szabo,
It's A Beautiful Day,
AZ,
Ultimate Spinach,
Loose Ends,
The Cramps,
Radio Birdman,
Lyres,
Ultra Naté,
Whodini,
The Mummies,
Metal Thangz,
Amon Düül,
Blossom Toes,
Talk Talk,
Brick,
Lindisfarne,
Smog,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Surgeon,
Dark Day,
Bush Tetras,
Drexciya,
Shuggie Otis,
F. McDonald,
Davy DMX,
The Fugs,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Lucky Dragons,
DNA,
Kevin Saunderson,
Crooked Eye,
Quadrant, Quadrant, Quadrant, Quadrant.
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.