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 Ecuador and from Woodstock.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Goldenarms to the rap 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 Babytalk. All the underground hits.
All Sunsets and Hearts tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Johnny Clarke record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lower 48 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DJ Sneak,
Can,
The Associates,
Dawn Penn,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Model 500,
Ronan,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Newcleus,
Eric B and Rakim,
Bauhaus,
X-102,
The Toasters,
David Bowie,
Rosa Yemen,
Danielle Patucci,
Quando Quango,
Flash Fearless,
L. Decosne,
Bang On A Can,
Clear Light,
Gang Green,
Yellowson,
Charles Mingus,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Mark Hollis,
Livin' Joy,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
10cc,
The Angels of Light,
These Immortal Souls,
Cameo,
Iggy Pop,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Soft Cell,
The Electric Prunes,
The Golliwogs,
KRS-One,
Loose Ends,
A Certain Ratio,
Black Sheep,
Hardrive,
Soul II Soul,
FM Einheit,
Nils Olav,
Fear,
Amon Düül II,
In Retrospect,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
OOIOO,
Boredoms,
New Age Steppers,
The Zeros,
Joensuu 1685,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Ronnie Foster,
Sixth Finger,
Tommy Roe,
Khruangbin,
Minnie Riperton,
Oblivians,
Funky Four + One,
Fad Gadget,
Easy Going, Easy Going, Easy Going, Easy Going.
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.