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 Russia and from Cairo.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 rhodes 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 Shuggie Otis to the disco 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 Siglo XX. All the underground hits.
All La Düsseldorf tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ituana 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ash Ra Tempel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deadbeat,
The Standells,
Faraquet,
Spandau Ballet,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Amon Düül,
Erykah Badu,
Tomorrow,
David McCallum,
Half Japanese,
Sister Nancy,
Mary Jane Girls,
Bobby Womack,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Joensuu 1685,
Public Enemy,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Derrick May,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Suburban Knight,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Fire Engines,
The United States of America,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Sällskapet,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Wings,
Country Teasers,
Subhumans,
The Residents,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Pussy Galore,
Public Image Ltd.,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Pop Group,
Derrick Morgan,
Jeff Mills,
Franke,
The Seeds,
Laurel Aitken,
D'Angelo,
Bob Dylan,
Maurizio,
This Heat,
Popol Vuh,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Steve Hackett,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Bill Wells,
The Flesh Eaters,
Fear,
Fela Kuti,
The Shadows of Knight,
John Holt,
Hoover,
Barrington Levy,
Infiniti,
Bronski Beat,
Cymande,
Pole,
Ultimate Spinach,
Goldenarms,
Max Romeo, Max Romeo, Max Romeo, Max Romeo.
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.