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 Luxembourg and from Johannesburg.
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 Copenhagen and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Fania All-Stars to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Rahsaan Roland Kirk. All the underground hits.
All The Chocolate Watch Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terrestrial Tones record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Von Mondo,
Maleditus Sound,
Grey Daturas,
These Immortal Souls,
Goldenarms,
Mo-Dettes,
Harpers Bizarre,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Skatalites,
The Smoke,
Supertramp,
UT,
Depeche Mode,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Blossom Toes,
Slave,
Ice-T,
Gastr Del Sol,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Brothers Johnson,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Barry Ungar,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Victims,
The Seeds,
The Monks,
Glambeats Corp.,
Subhumans,
Sixth Finger,
Section 25,
The Electric Prunes,
Half Japanese,
Swans,
James White and The Blacks,
Vainqueur,
The Residents,
The Star Department,
Mission of Burma,
Joe Finger,
The Durutti Column,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Black Pus,
Monolake,
Donald Byrd,
the Sonics,
China Crisis,
Circle Jerks,
Toni Rubio,
Negative Approach,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Lou Reed,
Quadrant,
Don Cherry,
Joy Division,
Hoover,
Eddi Front,
Gong,
The Angels of Light,
The Fire Engines,
Massinfluence,
Desert Stars,
Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin.
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.