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 Vanuatu and from Accra.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 Amon Düül to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Martian. All the underground hits.
All CMW tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The New Christs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Cybotron,
The Real Kids,
Audionom,
Franke,
Das Ding,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Panda Bear,
Underground Resistance,
OOIOO,
Quadrant,
Scion,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Fad Gadget,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Yellowson,
Motorama,
The Grass Roots,
Gang Green,
Black Sheep,
The Last Poets,
The Toasters,
Ralphi Rosario,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Half Japanese,
Terrestrial Tones,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Clear Light,
DJ Style,
Crime,
Magazine,
Patti Smith,
World's Most,
The Fuzztones,
Camberwell Now,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Gastr Del Sol,
Jawbox,
Stereo Dub,
The Searchers,
Arab on Radar,
Junior Murvin,
the Fania All-Stars,
John Foxx,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Toni Rubio,
Lalo Schifrin,
10cc,
Ludus,
Tom Boy,
Susan Cadogan,
UT,
Fela Kuti,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Heaven 17,
Lungfish,
The Black Dice,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Byron Stingily,
K-Klass, K-Klass, K-Klass, K-Klass.
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.