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 Kyrgyzstan and from Edmonton.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Barracudas to the rock 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 Harry Pussy. All the underground hits.
All Panda Bear tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moss Icon 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric B and Rakim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The J.B.'s,
8 Eyed Spy,
World's Most,
The Residents,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Flipper,
The Names,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Erasure,
Mad Mike,
Cal Tjader,
DJ Sneak,
Charles Mingus,
Crash Course in Science,
Rhythm & Sound,
Black Moon,
Iggy Pop,
The Tremeloes,
the Germs,
Dark Day,
Archie Shepp,
Marcia Griffiths,
Anakelly,
Zero Boys,
Tubeway Army,
the Sonics,
Connie Case,
The Seeds,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
John Cale,
Wings,
Qualms,
The Toasters,
the Slits,
Massinfluence,
Eric Copeland,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Negative Approach,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Smog,
Rapeman,
Swans,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Ronnie Foster,
Youth Brigade,
Simply Red,
the Soft Cell,
Ken Boothe,
Bobby Byrd,
Curtis Mayfield,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Sound,
The Buckinghams,
The Black Dice,
Henry Cow,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Drive Like Jehu,
Hardrive,
Rakim,
Bootsy Collins,
Rekid,
The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set.
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.