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 Kenya and from Lille.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra to the crunk 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 Pussy Galore. All the underground hits.
All Swell Maps tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pylon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rod Modell,
Eurythmics,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Erykah Badu,
L. Decosne,
DNA,
Donald Byrd,
Rekid,
The Mighty Diamonds,
One Last Wish,
Lalann,
The Remains,
Sun City Girls,
Supertramp,
Al Stewart,
Eric B and Rakim,
Section 25,
The Sound,
Derrick May,
New Order,
T. Rex,
Drive Like Jehu,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Lyres,
Funkadelic,
Franke,
Talk Talk,
48th St. Collective,
Theoretical Girls,
Gang Starr,
The Electric Prunes,
Curtis Mayfield,
Tommy Roe,
The Techniques,
Second Layer,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Gang of Four,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Selecter,
Ronan,
Yusef Lateef,
Pylon,
Reagan Youth,
Kenny Larkin,
Henry Cow,
Marmalade,
Dark Day,
Bizarre Inc.,
Charles Mingus,
The Black Dice,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Fear,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Don Cherry,
Glambeats Corp.,
Q65,
Country Teasers,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Flash Fearless,
PIL,
Lungfish,
The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy.
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.