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 St Lucia and from Spokane.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 James Chance & The Contortions to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Harmonia. All the underground hits.
All Donny Hathaway tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skriet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 harpsichord and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a a-ha record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eden Ahbez,
Eve St. Jones,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Rites of Spring,
Con Funk Shun,
Japan,
The Buckinghams,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Blake Baxter,
Joy Division,
Reuben Wilson,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Boz Scaggs,
Harry Pussy,
Crooked Eye,
Kenny Larkin,
Dawn Penn,
Hashim,
Zapp,
Todd Rundgren,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Negative Approach,
Bluetip,
Boredoms,
Arthur Verocai,
Delta 5,
The Flesh Eaters,
Barclay James Harvest,
Black Sheep,
The Neon Judgement,
The Seeds,
Neu!,
The Sound,
Young Marble Giants,
Albert Ayler,
Country Teasers,
Charles Mingus,
Panda Bear,
Flipper,
The Cramps,
Sun City Girls,
Flamin' Groovies,
Radiohead,
Q and Not U,
Skarface,
Brand Nubian,
Kerri Chandler,
Maleditus Sound,
The Last Poets,
EPMD,
Half Japanese,
Gang Green,
Tears for Fears,
Jeff Mills,
Gil Scott Heron,
La Düsseldorf,
FM Einheit,
Echospace,
The Mojo Men,
Reagan Youth,
The Gories,
John Coltrane,
The Gladiators, The Gladiators, The Gladiators, The Gladiators.
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.