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 United Kingdom and from Tehran.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the oboe 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 A Flock of Seagulls to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Suburban Knight. All the underground hits.
All Brass Construction tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Index record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun Ra Arkestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kerri Chandler,
Monks,
ABC,
The Last Poets,
Wally Richardson,
The Pretty Things,
Babytalk,
the Germs,
Half Japanese,
Skaos,
Excepter,
Niagra,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Gang Starr,
Jeff Mills,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Drexciya,
the Sonics,
Fluxion,
Isaac Hayes,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Techniques,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Slackers,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
David Bowie,
Supertramp,
Black Sheep,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Liliput,
R.M.O.,
Angry Samoans,
Arthur Verocai,
Crime,
cv313,
Grandmaster Flash,
Motorama,
Roger Hodgson,
Bush Tetras,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Mr. Review,
Wasted Youth,
Jandek,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Arcadia,
The Kinks,
Procol Harum,
Sixth Finger,
Pharoah Sanders,
CMW,
Brick,
Rhythm & Sound,
Aural Exciters,
Eden Ahbez,
Brass Construction,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Ituana,
Janne Schatter,
Scan 7,
The Detroit Cobras,
Minor Threat,
Rekid, Rekid, Rekid, Rekid.
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.