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 Romania and from Delhi.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Jesper Dahlback to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud. All the underground hits.
All Warren Ellis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Evens 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a MDC record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Man Eating Sloth,
The Knickerbockers,
Suburban Knight,
Wally Richardson,
The Electric Prunes,
Pussy Galore,
Wasted Youth,
Moss Icon,
Girls At Our Best!,
Archie Shepp,
Television Personalities,
Brass Construction,
Tommy Roe,
Erykah Badu,
T.S.O.L.,
FM Einheit,
Index,
Vladislav Delay,
the Bar-Kays,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
X-Ray Spex,
Big Daddy Kane,
Gregory Isaacs,
Cal Tjader,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Mars,
Max Romeo,
Avey Tare,
Terrestrial Tones,
Boz Scaggs,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Connie Case,
Prince Buster,
Sun Ra,
Albert Ayler,
Gabor Szabo,
The Motions,
the Slits,
The Last Poets,
The Remains,
Q65,
Donny Hathaway,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Nils Olav,
Throbbing Gristle,
Scrapy,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Man Parrish,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Doors,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Sandy B,
The Five Americans,
Fat Boys,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Wake,
Stetsasonic,
The Vogues,
Henry Cow, Henry Cow, Henry Cow, Henry Cow.
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.