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 Jamaica and from Madrid.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Angels of Light & Akron/Family to the rap 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 Busters. All the underground hits.
All Be Bop Deluxe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Swell Maps record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Cale record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultra Naté,
The Pop Group,
Davy DMX,
Sun Ra,
Fela Kuti,
The Modern Lovers,
The Leaves,
B.T. Express,
Crime,
The Monochrome Set,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Ice-T,
Moss Icon,
Ultimate Spinach,
Basic Channel,
Graham Central Station,
DNA,
Brothers Johnson,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Cowsills,
Joy Division,
Jawbox,
Suicide,
The Grass Roots,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Terrestrial Tones,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Clear Light,
Connie Case,
Idris Muhammad,
Faraquet,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Brand Nubian,
Dual Sessions,
Popol Vuh,
Fugazi,
The Dirtbombs,
Gregory Isaacs,
Suburban Knight,
Dawn Penn,
Masters at Work,
Drexciya,
Henry Cow,
June Days,
Rotary Connection,
Robert Hood,
Qualms,
Harry Pussy,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Fugs,
Supertramp,
Electric Prunes,
The Searchers,
A Certain Ratio,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Absolute Body Control,
Buzzcocks,
Surgeon,
Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef.
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.