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 Hungary and from Seoul.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 marimba 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 Make Up to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Index. All the underground hits.
All June Days tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every One Last Wish 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terror Squad Feat. Camron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Janne Schatter,
Boredoms,
Dawn Penn,
Nico,
Kurtis Blow,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Mojo Men,
MDC,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Saints,
Lyres,
Lucky Dragons,
Robert Wyatt,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
John Cale,
Max Romeo,
Little Man,
Gang Starr,
Todd Rundgren,
Wings,
Mark Hollis,
Byron Stingily,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Raincoats,
Fad Gadget,
Arthur Verocai,
The Last Poets,
D'Angelo,
FM Einheit,
Desert Stars,
Juan Atkins,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Bobby Womack,
The Names,
cv313,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Dead C,
Dorothy Ashby,
Aural Exciters,
Godley & Creme,
The Music Machine,
Wire,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Faust,
The Litter,
Rapeman,
The Gories,
The Smiths,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Toasters,
Joey Negro,
The Motions,
Chrome,
the Bar-Kays,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Fugs,
Skarface,
Scrapy,
Clear Light,
The Alarm Clocks,
Suicide, Suicide, Suicide, Suicide.
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.