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 Qatar and from Lille.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 güiro 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 Ajijia Myrayebe to the disco 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 Skatalites. All the underground hits.
All Freddie Wadling tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rufus Thomas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crispian St. Peters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Drexciya,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Freddie Wadling,
CMW,
Alton Ellis,
These Immortal Souls,
Bobby Byrd,
Cluster,
Minutemen,
Audionom,
The Evens,
Nation of Ulysses,
Neu!,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Oblivians,
Sixth Finger,
Dark Day,
Godley & Creme,
Kas Product,
Deepchord,
Nick Fraelich,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Happenings,
The Birthday Party,
La Düsseldorf,
Fad Gadget,
Ultimate Spinach,
Scan 7,
Boredoms,
Section 25,
Monks,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Scott Walker,
Cheater Slicks,
The Toasters,
Reuben Wilson,
Duran Duran,
Wolf Eyes,
Essential Logic,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Cure,
Soul Sonic Force,
Jesper Dahlback,
Depeche Mode,
Joe Smooth,
Iggy Pop,
Country Teasers,
The Selecter,
Animal Collective,
The Invisible,
The Sound,
Pierre Henry,
Brass Construction,
Lightning Bolt,
Jimmy McGriff,
T. Rex,
Johnny Clarke,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Eric Copeland,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Eve St. Jones,
Harry Pussy,
Ponytail, Ponytail, Ponytail, Ponytail.
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.