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 Colombia and from Sao Paulo.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 harpsichord 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 Gil Scott Heron to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Desert Stars. All the underground hits.
All Fifty Foot Hose 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Teenage Jesus and the Jerks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Sonic Youth,
Main Source,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Barclay James Harvest,
Gregory Isaacs,
X-101,
Michelle Simonal,
Ludus,
Thompson Twins,
Negative Approach,
Youth Brigade,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Altered Images,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Roy Ayers,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Shadows of Knight,
OOIOO,
Banda Bassotti,
Roxette,
Sarah Menescal,
The Neon Judgement,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Donald Byrd,
Soft Machine,
Donny Hathaway,
Rakim,
Bad Manners,
Q65,
The Modern Lovers,
8 Eyed Spy,
Joensuu 1685,
Johnny Osbourne,
Country Teasers,
Whodini,
Jandek,
Crispian St. Peters,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Matthew Bourne,
Suicide,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Connie Case,
Robert Görl,
Accadde A,
Marshall Jefferson,
Funkadelic,
Isaac Hayes,
The Zeros,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Todd Terry,
Kerrie Biddell,
Thee Headcoats,
Carl Craig,
Funky Four + One,
The Star Department,
Yaz,
Sex Pistols,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Can,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five.
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.