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 Hungary and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 linndrum 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 Kool Moe Dee to the jazz 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 Crispian St. Peters. All the underground hits.
All Steve Hackett tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grauzone record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 güiro and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a kango's stein massive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minnie Riperton,
The Sound,
Y Pants,
Delta 5,
Intrusion,
Lou Reed,
The Techniques,
Vladislav Delay,
The Seeds,
Glenn Branca,
Sarah Menescal,
Heaven 17,
Tim Buckley,
Patti Smith,
The Star Department,
The Searchers,
Althea and Donna,
Severed Heads,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Moss Icon,
The Buckinghams,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Can,
Black Bananas,
Eli Mardock,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Crash Course in Science,
The Stooges,
Black Moon,
The Trojans,
One Last Wish,
Nils Olav,
Andrew Hill,
Isaac Hayes,
Cal Tjader,
Soul Sonic Force,
Sound Behaviour,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Dennis Brown,
The Gap Band,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Sandy B,
The Fire Engines,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Todd Rundgren,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Kerrie Biddell,
Hoover,
Pylon,
Pharoah Sanders,
Joy Division,
ABC,
Minny Pops,
Fela Kuti,
Michelle Simonal,
Alice Coltrane,
Au Pairs,
Agitation Free,
Kevin Saunderson,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
K-Klass, K-Klass, K-Klass, K-Klass.
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.