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 Guatemala and from Toronto.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 It's A Beautiful Day to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Suicide. All the underground hits.
All Sällskapet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camouflage 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Derrick May record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amon Düül II,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Country Teasers,
Rakim,
Josef K,
Porter Ricks,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Leaves,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Pierre Henry,
Lalann,
Saccharine Trust,
Tomorrow,
Harpers Bizarre,
DJ Sneak,
KRS-One,
Man Parrish,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Delon & Dalcan,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Soft Machine,
Duran Duran,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Fugs,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Jeru the Damaja,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Michelle Simonal,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
David Bowie,
The Litter,
LL Cool J,
Fugazi,
Rites of Spring,
AZ,
Sandy B,
Aural Exciters,
Vainqueur,
Tears for Fears,
The Red Krayola,
Lakeside,
Eden Ahbez,
The Last Poets,
Minutemen,
Sparks,
Glambeats Corp.,
David Axelrod,
the Slits,
Soft Cell,
Terry Callier,
Letta Mbulu,
Alton Ellis,
John Foxx,
X-Ray Spex,
Swell Maps,
Inner City,
Slave,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Khruangbin,
Thompson Twins,
Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science.
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.