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 Uzbekistan and from Hong Kong.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 June of 44. All the underground hits.
All Main Source tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Smiths record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lungfish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Slick Rick,
Section 25,
Bob Dylan,
Oneida,
Nico,
The Sonics,
Gang of Four,
Lalann,
Ice-T,
Animal Collective,
Infiniti,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Vogues,
Michelle Simonal,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Albert Ayler,
Gang Green,
The Tremeloes,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Sixth Finger,
X-102,
Carl Craig,
New Order,
The Grass Roots,
Alice Coltrane,
Organ,
JFA,
The Fall,
Sight & Sound,
Crash Course in Science,
Inner City,
Liliput,
Wasted Youth,
Deakin,
Japan,
June of 44,
Pere Ubu,
Matthew Bourne,
Newcleus,
the Normal,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Lou Christie,
Donny Hathaway,
Blancmange,
Freddie Wadling,
Soul II Soul,
the Fania All-Stars,
Barclay James Harvest,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Robert Görl,
Echospace,
Brand Nubian,
Crooked Eye,
Popol Vuh,
Das Ding,
Monks,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Smoke,
Unwound,
Roger Hodgson,
R.M.O.,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
OOIOO, OOIOO, OOIOO, OOIOO.
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.