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 Columbus.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 snare 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 Ohio Players to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Anakelly. All the underground hits.
All Charles Mingus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Angels of Light & Akron/Family record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wally Richardson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Remains,
Isaac Hayes,
Camberwell Now,
Babytalk,
Shuggie Otis,
Qualms,
Urselle,
Nico,
Johnny Clarke,
The Music Machine,
Panda Bear,
The Dirtbombs,
a-ha,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Wake,
Judy Mowatt,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Crash Course in Science,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Laurel Aitken,
Gerry Rafferty,
Malaria!,
The Gap Band,
KRS-One,
Crispy Ambulance,
Supertramp,
Bluetip,
June of 44,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Scott Walker,
The Moleskins,
Index,
Dave Gahan,
Pierre Henry,
Byron Stingily,
Nation of Ulysses,
Eric Dolphy,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Electric Prunes,
Magma,
Masters at Work,
The Gun Club,
Soulsonic Force,
Rod Modell,
X-Ray Spex,
Monolake,
Black Sheep,
The Angels of Light,
Al Stewart,
The Smiths,
Nik Kershaw,
Swans,
Albert Ayler,
Curtis Mayfield,
World's Most,
Lightning Bolt,
Quadrant,
Depeche Mode,
Roy Ayers,
Funkadelic, Funkadelic, Funkadelic, Funkadelic.
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.