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 Switzerland and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Tom Boy to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Mary Jane Girls. All the underground hits.
All Talk Talk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Funkadelic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 synthesizer and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scott Walker + Sunn O))) record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fela Kuti,
Masters at Work,
Mantronix,
EPMD,
Bush Tetras,
Cecil Taylor,
cv313,
X-102,
Pylon,
Niagra,
Nico,
Television Personalities,
Piero Umiliani,
Make Up,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Tremeloes,
Symarip,
Deepchord,
The Names,
Anthony Braxton,
Bill Wells,
Slick Rick,
Audionom,
Andrew Hill,
The Human League,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Flamin' Groovies,
Quando Quango,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Kaleidoscope,
Dennis Brown,
The Associates,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Moleskins,
the Slits,
The Five Americans,
Soul Sonic Force,
Clear Light,
Henry Cow,
Johnny Osbourne,
Banda Bassotti,
New York Dolls,
Skaos,
Wire,
The Techniques,
The Cramps,
Mission of Burma,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Wings,
The Doors,
Lightning Bolt,
Altered Images,
Hardrive,
Harry Pussy,
The Blues Magoos,
Rosa Yemen,
Sandy B,
Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo.
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.