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 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 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 JFA to the punk 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 John Cale. All the underground hits.
All David McCallum tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Liliput 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Y Pants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hot Snakes,
Underground Resistance,
The Zeros,
Pet Shop Boys,
Charles Mingus,
Groovy Waters,
Malaria!,
X-102,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Lightning Bolt,
Slick Rick,
The Blues Magoos,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Duran Duran,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Fire Engines,
The Cramps,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Alice Coltrane,
Freddie Wadling,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Standells,
Cal Tjader,
Susan Cadogan,
Panda Bear,
The Residents,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Mars,
Ken Boothe,
Rekid,
Index,
Johnny Clarke,
Sugar Minott,
Con Funk Shun,
The Fuzztones,
Rufus Thomas,
The Durutti Column,
Banda Bassotti,
Neil Young,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
T. Rex,
Brass Construction,
the Normal,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Martian,
Bluetip,
Ohio Players,
Fatback Band,
Sister Nancy,
Pharoah Sanders,
Nik Kershaw,
Crispy Ambulance,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Tropical Tobacco,
Neu!,
Bauhaus,
The Monochrome Set,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Eden Ahbez,
Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens.
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.