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 Syria and from Columbus.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 harpsichord 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 D'Angelo to the crunk 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 The Toasters. All the underground hits.
All Bill Near tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lee Hazlewood record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 rhodes and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Major Organ And The Adding Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minutemen,
Technova,
Anakelly,
Cluster,
New Order,
Frankie Knuckles,
Lakeside,
Howard Jones,
John Lydon,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Misunderstood,
Todd Terry,
Public Enemy,
Tres Demented,
Dorothy Ashby,
DNA,
Newcleus,
Schoolly D,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Index,
The Buckinghams,
The Dave Clark Five,
Swell Maps,
The Monochrome Set,
Buzzcocks,
Cymande,
Warren Ellis,
Glambeats Corp.,
Pere Ubu,
Make Up,
Henry Cow,
The Red Krayola,
The Litter,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
John Coltrane,
Letta Mbulu,
Heaven 17,
Echospace,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Donald Byrd,
the Slits,
L. Decosne,
Soft Machine,
T.S.O.L.,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Sixth Finger,
Can,
Ponytail,
Kool Moe Dee,
Scan 7,
Stiv Bators,
Trumans Water,
Silicon Teens,
John Holt,
The American Breed,
Slave,
Derrick May,
The Velvet Underground,
Fatback Band, Fatback Band, Fatback Band, Fatback Band.
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.