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 Venezuela and from Accra.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Faraquet to the techno 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 Country Joe & The Fish. All the underground hits.
All Popol Vuh tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tres Demented record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Isaac Hayes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Von Mondo,
10cc,
Bad Manners,
Yusef Lateef,
Matthew Halsall,
A Certain Ratio,
Johnny Clarke,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Frankie Knuckles,
New Order,
Roxy Music,
Theoretical Girls,
The Monochrome Set,
The Electric Prunes,
Anthony Braxton,
Davy DMX,
Joey Negro,
Pierre Henry,
E-Dancer,
Chrome,
The Zeros,
The Litter,
Panda Bear,
The Moleskins,
Alphaville,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Tropical Tobacco,
Erykah Badu,
Monolake,
Joe Smooth,
Suicide,
Soft Cell,
Sexual Harrassment,
Surgeon,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Accadde A,
OOIOO,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
the Swans,
Leonard Cohen,
Minny Pops,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Big Daddy Kane,
June Days,
Charles Mingus,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Michelle Simonal,
Bobby Byrd,
Massinfluence,
Boredoms,
Soul II Soul,
Max Romeo,
Ronan,
Moss Icon,
Maleditus Sound,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Sight & Sound,
Sällskapet,
Icehouse,
The Cramps,
Babytalk, Babytalk, Babytalk, Babytalk.
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.