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 Suriname and from Taipei.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 snare 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 The Blackbyrds to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Bar-Kays. All the underground hits.
All Eden Ahbez tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sugar Minott 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bill Wells record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lakeside,
Dawn Penn,
Idris Muhammad,
The Techniques,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Wolf Eyes,
Eden Ahbez,
Iggy Pop,
It's A Beautiful Day,
New York Dolls,
Y Pants,
Davy DMX,
the Soft Cell,
Ken Boothe,
Cluster,
Rapeman,
The Fugs,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Radio Birdman,
Babytalk,
Audionom,
Sam Rivers,
Wasted Youth,
Lyres,
The Divine Comedy,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Delta 5,
Juan Atkins,
Malaria!,
The Motions,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Pop Group,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Jandek,
Tomorrow,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Durutti Column,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Section 25,
The Toasters,
The Doobie Brothers,
R.M.O.,
Lower 48,
Groovy Waters,
Pere Ubu,
Warren Ellis,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Gabor Szabo,
Harry Pussy,
Saccharine Trust,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Black Sheep,
Grauzone,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
June Days,
Procol Harum,
Scion,
MC5,
The Names,
10cc,
Pole,
Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band.
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.