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 Indonesia and from Hong Kong.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Oblivians to the punk 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 Leaves. All the underground hits.
All The Victims tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sly & The Family Stone record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
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 Unrelated Segments record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Warsaw,
Sam Rivers,
Alton Ellis,
The Motions,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Selecter,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Gang of Four,
Thompson Twins,
The Music Machine,
Eurythmics,
Connie Case,
The Cure,
The Cramps,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
La Düsseldorf,
Faust,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Grass Roots,
Yusef Lateef,
Bauhaus,
Soul II Soul,
Amon Düül,
Sun City Girls,
The Standells,
Hot Snakes,
Fat Boys,
The Mojo Men,
Animal Collective,
Ronan,
The Real Kids,
Franke,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Au Pairs,
Suicide,
Sex Pistols,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Sarah Menescal,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
K-Klass,
Derrick May,
Michelle Simonal,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Japan,
Surgeon,
The Blackbyrds,
Bobby Byrd,
Barbara Tucker,
The Dave Clark Five,
Wally Richardson,
Swell Maps,
Robert Wyatt,
Urselle,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Mission of Burma,
David Axelrod,
Spandau Ballet,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Slackers,
Skriet, Skriet, Skriet, Skriet.
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.