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 United States and from Shanghai.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 synthesizer 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 Sonic Youth to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Matthew Bourne. All the underground hits.
All Suburban Knight tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-101 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 808 and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bootsy's Rubber Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Leonard Cohen,
The Walker Brothers,
Grandmaster Flash,
the Swans,
Fatback Band,
David Axelrod,
John Cale,
Nation of Ulysses,
La Düsseldorf,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Shoche,
Liliput,
Hot Snakes,
Eric Dolphy,
Harpers Bizarre,
Quadrant,
Alice Coltrane,
Ronnie Foster,
The Durutti Column,
Flamin' Groovies,
Fela Kuti,
Basic Channel,
Matthew Halsall,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Prince Buster,
Drexciya,
Magma,
Kaleidoscope,
Symarip,
Brick,
Bronski Beat,
Scott Walker,
Idris Muhammad,
Donald Byrd,
Inner City,
The Red Krayola,
Panda Bear,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Glenn Branca,
Ralphi Rosario,
Ludus,
Lakeside,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Vogues,
Donny Hathaway,
Roxette,
Erykah Badu,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Moss Icon,
Ice-T,
Ituana,
Colin Newman,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Sight & Sound,
Big Daddy Kane,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Rufus Thomas,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Andrew Hill,
Jesper Dahlback,
Sonic Youth,
The American Breed, The American Breed, The American Breed, The American Breed.
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.