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 Senegal and from Winnipeg.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 rhodes 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 Pylon to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Black Moon. All the underground hits.
All Bronski Beat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Sherman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radiohead record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Albert Ayler,
Eddi Front,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
U.S. Maple,
Gong,
Piero Umiliani,
Scion,
Blake Baxter,
Ossler,
Alton Ellis,
Mandrill,
The Slits,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Alarm Clocks,
Echospace,
Q and Not U,
Rhythm & Sound,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Ponytail,
Popol Vuh,
Sparks,
The Five Americans,
The Invisible,
The Birthday Party,
Alison Limerick,
Oneida,
Angry Samoans,
Kurtis Blow,
The Doors,
Lou Christie,
Carl Craig,
Idris Muhammad,
E-Dancer,
Das Ding,
Janne Schatter,
The Standells,
Tubeway Army,
Sex Pistols,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Shoche,
Warren Ellis,
The Real Kids,
Toni Rubio,
Franke,
Visage,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Dark Day,
The Last Poets,
Talk Talk,
The Monochrome Set,
The Sonics,
Bad Manners,
The Leaves,
Big Daddy Kane,
KRS-One,
Barbara Tucker,
Delon & Dalcan,
Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu.
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.