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 Finland and from Taipei.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Skatalites to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Kevin Saunderson. All the underground hits.
All Animal Collective tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Prince Buster record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ten City record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roger Hodgson,
Aswad,
Black Bananas,
The Cure,
Dennis Brown,
X-102,
Minny Pops,
Kas Product,
Rapeman,
Maurizio,
Outsiders,
Ultra Naté,
Frankie Knuckles,
Todd Terry,
The Wake,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Zeros,
PIL,
Lungfish,
Delon & Dalcan,
Lower 48,
Theoretical Girls,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Saccharine Trust,
Nirvana,
Monks,
Interpol,
Yellowson,
Jandek,
Mad Mike,
Derrick Morgan,
Sun City Girls,
Wire,
the Swans,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Mr. Review,
Mantronix,
Man Parrish,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Ituana,
Fatback Band,
Los Fastidios,
London Community Gospel Choir,
48th St. Collective,
Sparks,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Pantaleimon,
Max Romeo,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
New Order,
Arcadia,
Delta 5,
Vladislav Delay,
Hoover,
Black Sheep,
Mars,
The Gories,
Soft Machine,
The Victims,
Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell.
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.