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 East Timor and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 rhodes 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 Bang On A Can to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Count Five. All the underground hits.
All Mission of Burma tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ornette Coleman 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 rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thee Headcoats record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barclay James Harvest,
Isaac Hayes,
Gong,
Main Source,
Animal Collective,
David Axelrod,
Danielle Patucci,
Pagans,
The Grass Roots,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Kevin Saunderson,
Kurtis Blow,
Joey Negro,
Minny Pops,
Delta 5,
The Angels of Light,
John Coltrane,
This Heat,
The Sound,
Mary Jane Girls,
Fela Kuti,
Thompson Twins,
H. Thieme,
Boogie Down Productions,
Curtis Mayfield,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Glenn Branca,
Jeff Lynne,
Subhumans,
Robert Wyatt,
The Moody Blues,
New Order,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Echospace,
Sexual Harrassment,
ABBA,
Grandmaster Flash,
Slick Rick,
Josef K,
Black Bananas,
Neu!,
Silicon Teens,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Q65,
Max Romeo,
Black Pus,
Marc Almond,
La Düsseldorf,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Pulsallama,
Harmonia,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Eddi Front,
Soft Cell,
The Fortunes,
John Cale,
Depeche Mode,
Mr. Review,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach.
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.