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 Madagascar and from Sao Paulo.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Smog to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Magazine. All the underground hits.
All Dawn Penn tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Q and Not U record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 808 and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a D'Angelo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Janne Schatter,
The Pop Group,
Todd Terry,
Masters at Work,
Soul II Soul,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Raincoats,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Juan Atkins,
Crooked Eye,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Iggy Pop,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Zapp,
Moss Icon,
Slave,
Reagan Youth,
Goldenarms,
KRS-One,
John Foxx,
Wolf Eyes,
Sight & Sound,
Livin' Joy,
Albert Ayler,
This Heat,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Bill Near,
Lindisfarne,
The Sonics,
Hardrive,
Sam Rivers,
Alton Ellis,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Lakeside,
The Litter,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Frankie Knuckles,
Girls At Our Best!,
Grey Daturas,
The Black Dice,
The Real Kids,
Soft Machine,
Gang of Four,
Hashim,
Mandrill,
Derrick May,
Marc Almond,
The Skatalites,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Man Eating Sloth,
Prince Buster,
Country Teasers,
Surgeon,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Black Pus,
Nation of Ulysses,
Jesper Dahlback,
Nas,
Infiniti,
Crash Course in Science,
The Dead C,
Unrelated Segments,
Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims.
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.