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 Saudi Arabia and from Manila.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Gian Franco Pienzio to the punk 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 Blancmange. All the underground hits.
All Steve Hackett tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Louis and Bebe Barron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roxette record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sonny Sharrock,
Gong,
48th St. Collective,
Symarip,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Gil Scott Heron,
Rakim,
Byron Stingily,
Moss Icon,
The Toasters,
Ornette Coleman,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
X-Ray Spex,
Flamin' Groovies,
Todd Rundgren,
One Last Wish,
Kurtis Blow,
Procol Harum,
The Buckinghams,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
KRS-One,
Mr. Review,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Pierre Henry,
The Standells,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Lindisfarne,
X-102,
Morten Harket,
Theoretical Girls,
Rhythm & Sound,
Josef K,
Sparks,
Sight & Sound,
The Slits,
The Barracudas,
The Cure,
Faraquet,
Peter and Kerry,
Bizarre Inc.,
Black Bananas,
Sixth Finger,
Marvin Gaye,
Rekid,
Fugazi,
Cecil Taylor,
The Victims,
Althea and Donna,
Sonic Youth,
Fad Gadget,
Animal Collective,
John Lydon,
Franke,
Banda Bassotti,
Hardrive,
The Star Department,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Deadbeat,
Scott Walker,
Q65,
The Litter, The Litter, The Litter, The Litter.
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.