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 Romania and from Johannesburg.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 The Seeds to the grime 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 Country Teasers. All the underground hits.
All Girls At Our Best! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dawn Penn record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 clarinet and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Johnny Osbourne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
London Community Gospel Choir,
Gil Scott Heron,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Johnny Clarke,
Warren Ellis,
Eli Mardock,
Can,
Banda Bassotti,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Mr. Review,
MDC,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Duran Duran,
Monolake,
Nico,
Ohio Players,
Ossler,
Deadbeat,
Slave,
DNA,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Eurythmics,
Suburban Knight,
Pagans,
Ultimate Spinach,
Eric Copeland,
Jeru the Damaja,
Das Ding,
Suicide,
Magma,
Skarface,
Don Cherry,
Pussy Galore,
Schoolly D,
B.T. Express,
Shoche,
Archie Shepp,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Prince Buster,
Brand Nubian,
T.S.O.L.,
The Dirtbombs,
Rakim,
Cameo,
Deepchord,
June of 44,
The Selecter,
Bill Wells,
MC5,
Blake Baxter,
the Bar-Kays,
The Five Americans,
Jimmy McGriff,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Angels of Light,
Joe Finger,
The Slackers,
Main Source,
Kenny Larkin,
June Days,
Harry Pussy,
Boogie Down Productions,
Todd Terry, Todd Terry, Todd Terry, Todd Terry.
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.