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 Azerbaijan and from Paris.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 DNA to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Matthew Halsall. All the underground hits.
All Todd Rundgren tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Happenings record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 an organ and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fugazi record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Todd Terry,
Bluetip,
Television Personalities,
The Motions,
Dave Gahan,
Scott Walker,
JFA,
Barry Ungar,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Oneida,
AZ,
The Electric Prunes,
Glenn Branca,
Agent Orange,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Robert Görl,
Drive Like Jehu,
Mandrill,
Lindisfarne,
Marcia Griffiths,
Quadrant,
Black Bananas,
Echospace,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Thompson Twins,
Radiopuhelimet,
Matthew Bourne,
The Fire Engines,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Happenings,
LL Cool J,
Jimmy McGriff,
Kerrie Biddell,
Ultimate Spinach,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Sun Ra,
Bob Dylan,
Drexciya,
Pet Shop Boys,
Leonard Cohen,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Moss Icon,
The Mummies,
Jandek,
Swell Maps,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Monolake,
Oblivians,
Spandau Ballet,
the Human League,
The Martian,
Wolf Eyes,
Hasil Adkins,
The Pop Group,
Harry Pussy,
Scratch Acid,
Ohio Players,
The Associates,
Wings,
Grauzone,
Pylon,
Boz Scaggs,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish.
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.