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 Tanzania and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 808 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 Mummies to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Stiv Bators. All the underground hits.
All Gang Green tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fuzztones 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aswad record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Misunderstood,
Monolake,
John Lydon,
Excepter,
Cybotron,
Quando Quango,
Archie Shepp,
Kerri Chandler,
The Remains,
The Motions,
Eve St. Jones,
FM Einheit,
Lightning Bolt,
Masters at Work,
Moss Icon,
Bobby Byrd,
The Dead C,
Pole,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Technova,
Dorothy Ashby,
Man Parrish,
Iggy Pop,
Sister Nancy,
Mad Mike,
The Stooges,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Cowsills,
Panda Bear,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Lalann,
Blake Baxter,
DJ Sneak,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Yaz,
Flash Fearless,
The Selecter,
Brass Construction,
Terrestrial Tones,
Ossler,
Avey Tare,
Scientists,
Peter & Gordon,
Aloha Tigers,
Wasted Youth,
Grandmaster Flash,
Japan,
Sound Behaviour,
Sun Ra,
Nation of Ulysses,
Lindisfarne,
Basic Channel,
Peter and Kerry,
Siglo XX,
Section 25,
The Pretty Things,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Tom Boy,
Faraquet,
Sixth Finger,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman.
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.