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 Syria and from Bologna.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Gories to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Litter. All the underground hits.
All Niagra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fear record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mission of Burma record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sound Behaviour,
Dark Day,
John Holt,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Throbbing Gristle,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Toasters,
Rufus Thomas,
Dead Boys,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Busters,
The Buckinghams,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
a-ha,
Jacob Miller,
Gil Scott Heron,
Surgeon,
Soul II Soul,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Carl Craig,
The Skatalites,
Cluster,
Guru Guru,
Eric B and Rakim,
Alton Ellis,
Andrew Hill,
Blake Baxter,
Brass Construction,
Gang Gang Dance,
Brothers Johnson,
Tom Boy,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Big Daddy Kane,
In Retrospect,
Faust,
Accadde A,
The Smiths,
David Axelrod,
kango's stein massive,
The Techniques,
Flipper,
Chris Corsano,
Lindisfarne,
The Doors,
Roxette,
John Coltrane,
Sister Nancy,
Gang of Four,
Eden Ahbez,
The Standells,
Sugar Minott,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
cv313,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Barrington Levy,
Bush Tetras,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Yazoo,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots.
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.