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 Austria and from Mumbai.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Eric Copeland to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Second Layer. All the underground hits.
All Roxette tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Martian 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ash Ra Tempel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gun Club,
Joe Finger,
Toni Rubio,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Mantronix,
The Names,
The Star Department,
The Velvet Underground,
Albert Ayler,
Roy Ayers,
The Residents,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Derrick May,
The Raincoats,
Lower 48,
Crispy Ambulance,
DNA,
Slave,
Joyce Sims,
Moby Grape,
Das Ding,
Vainqueur,
Lalo Schifrin,
Marshall Jefferson,
Robert Görl,
T. Rex,
The Knickerbockers,
Johnny Osbourne,
Nico,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Isaac Hayes,
Ponytail,
The Associates,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Gabor Szabo,
Curtis Mayfield,
Erykah Badu,
Bronski Beat,
Peter & Gordon,
These Immortal Souls,
Franke,
Mary Jane Girls,
Hasil Adkins,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Sparks,
Don Cherry,
The Music Machine,
the Swans,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Derrick Morgan,
the Association,
The Mummies,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Sound Behaviour,
The Red Krayola,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
June Days,
Bad Manners,
Au Pairs,
Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd.
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.