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 Papua New Guinea and from Manchester.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Crash Course in Science to the rap 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 Rakim. All the underground hits.
All Teenage Jesus and the Jerks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jerry's Kids record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Trumans Water record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Leaves,
Warren Ellis,
Fugazi,
Agitation Free,
Kurtis Blow,
Rites of Spring,
Buzzcocks,
Spandau Ballet,
Joey Negro,
The Residents,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Slave,
Royal Trux,
Cybotron,
Aswad,
Toni Rubio,
Boz Scaggs,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Gabor Szabo,
FM Einheit,
Scott Walker,
Oblivians,
B.T. Express,
Marshall Jefferson,
Monolake,
Grandmaster Flash,
Terry Callier,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Knickerbockers,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Mantronix,
Aaron Thompson,
Television Personalities,
T.S.O.L.,
Unwound,
Newcleus,
Lucky Dragons,
The Blues Magoos,
Kaleidoscope,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Doors,
Derrick May,
Nik Kershaw,
Black Moon,
The Litter,
The American Breed,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Joyce Sims,
8 Eyed Spy,
Rotary Connection,
Bill Near,
The Dirtbombs,
Yazoo,
Sandy B,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Television,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Gastr Del Sol,
Q65,
Scion,
Severed Heads, Severed Heads, Severed Heads, Severed Heads.
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.