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 United States and from Spokane.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Flipper to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Los Fastidios. All the underground hits.
All The Dead C tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Neon Judgement record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 harpsichord and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Country Teasers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Judy Mowatt,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Associates,
The Last Poets,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Scientists,
The Slits,
Blossom Toes,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Heaven 17,
Don Cherry,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Mantronix,
The Standells,
Bobby Byrd,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Monks,
The Detroit Cobras,
Pussy Galore,
Camberwell Now,
Whodini,
Mission of Burma,
Second Layer,
Crime,
Goldenarms,
the Sonics,
R.M.O.,
Erasure,
Black Moon,
Motorama,
Maurizio,
The Black Dice,
Can,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Bush Tetras,
The Blues Magoos,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Livin' Joy,
Organ,
Blake Baxter,
Pulsallama,
Alphaville,
Niagra,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Evens,
the Normal,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Dirtbombs,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Pretty Things,
The Gap Band,
DJ Sneak,
The Birthday Party,
Scott Walker,
Eric B and Rakim,
B.T. Express,
Eve St. Jones,
Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions.
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.