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 Chile and from Taipei.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 chamberlin 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 Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic to the punk 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 Roy Ayers. All the underground hits.
All Ronnie Foster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Outsiders 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New Age Steppers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeff Lynne,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Fire Engines,
Althea and Donna,
Television Personalities,
Donald Byrd,
Gang Gang Dance,
Bad Manners,
The Dirtbombs,
The Gap Band,
Camouflage,
World's Most,
Bobby Womack,
Camberwell Now,
Essential Logic,
The Busters,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Gil Scott Heron,
Mary Jane Girls,
Nils Olav,
Skarface,
Adolescents,
MC5,
Gang Starr,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Joensuu 1685,
Massinfluence,
Pantytec,
Saccharine Trust,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Grauzone,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Blackbyrds,
Jerry's Kids,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Maleditus Sound,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Soft Cell,
Jacques Brel,
T.S.O.L.,
PIL,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Victims,
Pet Shop Boys,
Archie Shepp,
AZ,
The Neon Judgement,
The Monks,
David Bowie,
Jandek,
Q and Not U,
Roxy Music,
Byron Stingily,
Boredoms,
Outsiders,
Rod Modell,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Juan Atkins,
Hoover,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish.
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.