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 Mexico and from Portland.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Sun Ra to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme. All the underground hits.
All Outsiders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Anakelly record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 marimba and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun Ra 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?
Mark Hollis,
Susan Cadogan,
Prince Buster,
R.M.O.,
Subhumans,
Nico,
a-ha,
The Alarm Clocks,
Bobby Womack,
Organ,
Smog,
The Litter,
Metal Thangz,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Gerry Rafferty,
Black Bananas,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Joyce Sims,
Circle Jerks,
Electric Prunes,
U.S. Maple,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Cowsills,
Lindisfarne,
The Human League,
Eden Ahbez,
the Bar-Kays,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Derrick May,
Don Cherry,
Los Fastidios,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Crash Course in Science,
The Angels of Light,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Sugar Minott,
Sparks,
Fad Gadget,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Average White Band,
Shoche,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Agitation Free,
Kerri Chandler,
Hot Snakes,
Monolake,
Toni Rubio,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
the Fania All-Stars,
Interpol,
John Cale,
Ludus,
Rufus Thomas,
Rosa Yemen,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Marine Girls,
the Soft Cell,
The Golliwogs,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Barracudas, The Barracudas, The Barracudas, The Barracudas.
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.