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 Dominica and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 guitar 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 Banda Bassotti to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon. All the underground hits.
All The Toasters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Smoke record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lucky Dragons record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kayak,
Swell Maps,
Ponytail,
Alice Coltrane,
the Association,
Sam Rivers,
E-Dancer,
New Age Steppers,
Danielle Patucci,
Das Ding,
Brick,
Radiopuhelimet,
Minny Pops,
Model 500,
Joe Smooth,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Fad Gadget,
Slick Rick,
Popol Vuh,
Soulsonic Force,
Dark Day,
Cluster,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Curtis Mayfield,
Black Bananas,
Lindisfarne,
The Velvet Underground,
The Cramps,
Warren Ellis,
The Fortunes,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Hardrive,
Theoretical Girls,
The Dirtbombs,
The Move,
Hasil Adkins,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Deakin,
Fluxion,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Organ,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Make Up,
Graham Central Station,
The Doobie Brothers,
This Heat,
Y Pants,
Simply Red,
Wasted Youth,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Godley & Creme,
Suicide,
The Fugs,
Gregory Isaacs,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Searchers,
Freddie Wadling,
the Swans,
Barrington Levy,
Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions.
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.