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 Croatia and from Sao Paulo.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Amazonics to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Magazine. All the underground hits.
All Terror Squad Feat. Camron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mighty Diamonds 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sunsets and Hearts record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Suicide,
Black Bananas,
Yusef Lateef,
Half Japanese,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Glambeats Corp.,
Beasts of Bourbon,
DJ Sneak,
The Star Department,
cv313,
the Slits,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Gang Green,
The Doors,
The Cramps,
Bob Dylan,
Quando Quango,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Moss Icon,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Zero Boys,
Todd Terry,
June of 44,
Subhumans,
Patti Smith,
Eyeless In Gaza,
John Foxx,
Soulsonic Force,
Technova,
Smog,
Mark Hollis,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Cecil Taylor,
Barrington Levy,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
One Last Wish,
R.M.O.,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Loose Ends,
Josef K,
Crispian St. Peters,
D'Angelo,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Walker Brothers,
Tommy Roe,
Jeru the Damaja,
Black Sheep,
Sparks,
the Swans,
Interpol,
The Young Rascals,
the Fania All-Stars,
Tears for Fears,
Khruangbin,
Eric B and Rakim,
Sam Rivers,
Pylon,
Can,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel, Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel, Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel, Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel.
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.