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 Turkmenistan and from Philadelphia.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Barrington Levy to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Fuzztones. All the underground hits.
All Soulsonic Force tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jimmy McGriff record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terry Callier record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yazoo,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
James White and The Blacks,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Last Poets,
The Fuzztones,
The Modern Lovers,
Tommy Roe,
Sonic Youth,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Bill Near,
Cluster,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Ohio Players,
a-ha,
The Searchers,
The Gladiators,
Wally Richardson,
Lou Christie,
Mandrill,
China Crisis,
Swell Maps,
Pole,
Grey Daturas,
Franke,
Neil Young,
Aaron Thompson,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Roxy Music,
T. Rex,
The Music Machine,
The Toasters,
The Young Rascals,
Gang Starr,
Slave,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Make Up,
Crash Course in Science,
Lebanon Hanover,
Tres Demented,
Loose Ends,
Aswad,
The Birthday Party,
Ultimate Spinach,
Cybotron,
Ponytail,
AZ,
Rekid,
Black Moon,
Neu!,
Prince Buster,
Q65,
Sam Rivers,
Fifty Foot Hose,
John Cale,
Nas,
Lucky Dragons,
Infiniti,
Gang of Four,
The Knickerbockers,
Sun Ra,
Moby Grape, Moby Grape, Moby Grape, Moby Grape.
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.