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 Djibouti and from Edmonton.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Dual Sessions to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Janne Schatter. All the underground hits.
All Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cymande record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Saints record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
cv313,
Bizarre Inc.,
Roger Hodgson,
The Smiths,
Television Personalities,
Moby Grape,
Funkadelic,
The Busters,
Pole,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Wings,
Fat Boys,
Robert Görl,
Roxy Music,
Schoolly D,
Al Stewart,
Man Parrish,
Cymande,
Throbbing Gristle,
Derrick May,
Scratch Acid,
Deepchord,
the Normal,
Big Daddy Kane,
Sugar Minott,
The Motions,
Drexciya,
Depeche Mode,
Harmonia,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
H. Thieme,
Warsaw,
T.S.O.L.,
Amon Düül II,
The Zeros,
The Index,
Stetsasonic,
Scientists,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Infiniti,
Scan 7,
Neu!,
The Real Kids,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
PIL,
Sun City Girls,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Brothers Johnson,
Albert Ayler,
Country Teasers,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Quadrant,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Nico,
Howard Jones,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Index,
Rhythm & Sound,
Section 25,
Dead Boys,
MC5,
Nas,
Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt.
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.