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 Korea South and from Mumbai.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Slackers to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Letta Mbulu. All the underground hits.
All Danielle Patucci tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Chocolate Watch Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 chamberlin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 10cc record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Soft Cell,
Black Flag,
Theoretical Girls,
Massinfluence,
Marvin Gaye,
10cc,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Masters at Work,
FM Einheit,
The Sound,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Crispy Ambulance,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Blake Baxter,
T. Rex,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Public Enemy,
Los Fastidios,
The Vogues,
The Stooges,
Outsiders,
Jacob Miller,
The Monochrome Set,
The Sonics,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
MC5,
Gang Green,
Ossler,
the Bar-Kays,
Man Parrish,
Eli Mardock,
Depeche Mode,
Fluxion,
Eric Copeland,
Harry Pussy,
Godley & Creme,
Idris Muhammad,
Basic Channel,
Wally Richardson,
The Names,
F. McDonald,
The Doors,
The Five Americans,
Jawbox,
Arcadia,
Rekid,
Pierre Henry,
Agent Orange,
Grandmaster Flash,
Nico,
The American Breed,
Patti Smith,
The Wake,
The New Christs,
The Searchers,
Animal Collective,
Kaleidoscope,
The Star Department,
H. Thieme, H. Thieme, H. Thieme, H. Thieme.
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.