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 Afghanistan and from Manila.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Columbus.
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 güiro 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 The Mighty Diamonds to the techno 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 Rhythim Is Rhythim. All the underground hits.
All The Standells tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sonics 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Das Ding record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare,
Gregory Isaacs,
Saccharine Trust,
The Pop Group,
Gang of Four,
AZ,
Gong,
Gichy Dan,
The Cowsills,
Roy Ayers,
Inner City,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
A Certain Ratio,
Basic Channel,
Josef K,
Agitation Free,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Standells,
Quando Quango,
Ken Boothe,
The Stooges,
Masters at Work,
The Monks,
Anakelly,
Terry Callier,
Gang Green,
In Retrospect,
The Skatalites,
Von Mondo,
Derrick Morgan,
Public Enemy,
Junior Murvin,
David Bowie,
Jimmy McGriff,
Boredoms,
The J.B.'s,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
New Age Steppers,
June Days,
Jeff Mills,
Janne Schatter,
Agent Orange,
Can,
Moss Icon,
Quantec,
Arcadia,
The Wake,
Radiopuhelimet,
Crime,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Electric Prunes,
Lower 48,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Shoche,
Silicon Teens,
Smog,
Sex Pistols,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Eric Copeland,
Crash Course in Science,
Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls.
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.