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 Egypt and from Bremen.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 sitar 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 Iggy Pop to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Grauzone. All the underground hits.
All The Trojans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kerrie Biddell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 an oboe and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hot Snakes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ornette Coleman,
Slave,
K-Klass,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Big Daddy Kane,
Juan Atkins,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Funkadelic,
Absolute Body Control,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Stockholm Monsters,
Soulsonic Force,
Jawbox,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Shuggie Otis,
Kayak,
Robert Wyatt,
China Crisis,
Pantaleimon,
The Divine Comedy,
The Cramps,
The Zeros,
Crooked Eye,
The Gories,
Porter Ricks,
The Sound,
OOIOO,
Urselle,
DJ Style,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Von Mondo,
8 Eyed Spy,
Echospace,
Tommy Roe,
Camberwell Now,
Matthew Bourne,
David McCallum,
Alison Limerick,
a-ha,
The Vogues,
Susan Cadogan,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Skarface,
Dark Day,
Dennis Brown,
Kerrie Biddell,
Howard Jones,
Scion,
The Durutti Column,
Bob Dylan,
Intrusion,
Kevin Saunderson,
Funky Four + One,
Patti Smith,
The Wake,
Bobby Byrd,
Country Teasers,
Dawn Penn,
X-102,
Underground Resistance,
Yusef Lateef,
Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes.
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.