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 Dominica and from Lyon.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 chamberlin 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 The New Christs to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Bobby Hutcherson. All the underground hits.
All Moebius tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yusef Lateef record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an arpeggiator 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 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?
Drive Like Jehu,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Trojans,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Leonard Cohen,
Marc Almond,
Animal Collective,
Stiv Bators,
The Red Krayola,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
the Germs,
Bizarre Inc.,
Black Bananas,
Todd Terry,
Khruangbin,
Yazoo,
Hashim,
Gregory Isaacs,
Drexciya,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Skatalites,
Crispian St. Peters,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Erykah Badu,
The New Christs,
Black Sheep,
Banda Bassotti,
Scrapy,
Dual Sessions,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Livin' Joy,
Pantytec,
Amazonics,
Interpol,
The Misunderstood,
Average White Band,
The Slits,
Dark Day,
R.M.O.,
Second Layer,
Pierre Henry,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
DJ Sneak,
Index,
Sparks,
Bill Wells,
Thompson Twins,
The Stooges,
Porter Ricks,
London Community Gospel Choir,
DNA,
ABC,
Das Ding,
Ronnie Foster,
Charles Mingus,
Adolescents,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Boredoms,
Sight & Sound,
Brand Nubian,
Delta 5,
Dead Boys, Dead Boys, Dead Boys, Dead Boys.
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.