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 Latvia and from Copenhagen.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 The Busters to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The J.B.'s. All the underground hits.
All Section 25 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Masters at Work 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Real Kids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DNA,
Electric Light Orchestra,
the Fania All-Stars,
Robert Wyatt,
Grauzone,
Icehouse,
The Move,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Blackbyrds,
Lakeside,
Yusef Lateef,
JFA,
Rakim,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Sun City Girls,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Qualms,
David McCallum,
The Index,
Masters at Work,
Liliput,
The Electric Prunes,
Boz Scaggs,
Cal Tjader,
Tears for Fears,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Mantronix,
Soft Machine,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
OOIOO,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Procol Harum,
Ronan,
New York Dolls,
Saccharine Trust,
Depeche Mode,
Harmonia,
Funkadelic,
The Alarm Clocks,
Electric Prunes,
The Wake,
Nick Fraelich,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Jandek,
Moebius,
Goldenarms,
Gang of Four,
Franke,
Marshall Jefferson,
Pagans,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Symarip,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Theoretical Girls,
Siglo XX,
Nico,
Bill Near,
Matthew Bourne,
Johnny Osbourne,
Radiohead,
Absolute Body Control,
Terry Callier,
The Gun Club,
Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols.
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.