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 Fiji and from Milan.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Alarm Clocks to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Gerry Rafferty. All the underground hits.
All R.M.O. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nirvana record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang of Four record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Minnie Riperton,
KRS-One,
The Alarm Clocks,
Pussy Galore,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Circle Jerks,
Das Ding,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Remains,
Blossom Toes,
Sandy B,
Althea and Donna,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Velvet Underground,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Faust,
Nils Olav,
Thompson Twins,
Radiohead,
K-Klass,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Black Bananas,
Curtis Mayfield,
8 Eyed Spy,
Tommy Roe,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Second Layer,
Angry Samoans,
The Zeros,
Spoonie Gee,
Popol Vuh,
Khruangbin,
Grauzone,
Anthony Braxton,
Rapeman,
Sex Pistols,
The Moleskins,
Y Pants,
Fear,
ABC,
Bauhaus,
Avey Tare,
Unrelated Segments,
One Last Wish,
DJ Sneak,
Zapp,
X-101,
The Evens,
Brothers Johnson,
Rakim,
Kevin Saunderson,
Letta Mbulu,
Derrick Morgan,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Warren Ellis,
Hashim,
Eric B and Rakim,
Peter & Gordon,
Amon Düül,
Johnny Clarke,
The United States of America, The United States of America, The United States of America, The United States of America.
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.