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 Nepal and from Delhi.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 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 The Cramps to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Bill Wells. All the underground hits.
All Kas Product tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Magma 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 48th St. Collective record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Maleditus Sound,
Can,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Five Americans,
Saccharine Trust,
The Zeros,
Q and Not U,
Barclay James Harvest,
Yazoo,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Barrington Levy,
Joy Division,
The Young Rascals,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Slave,
The Techniques,
Kenny Larkin,
D'Angelo,
Erasure,
Cecil Taylor,
Sound Behaviour,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Animal Collective,
the Swans,
Crispy Ambulance,
Crispian St. Peters,
Kerri Chandler,
Minutemen,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Monks,
Talk Talk,
Bizarre Inc.,
ABC,
DJ Sneak,
Reuben Wilson,
Kaleidoscope,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Camouflage,
Toni Rubio,
Heaven 17,
Zapp,
Andrew Hill,
Arab on Radar,
Black Bananas,
Jacob Miller,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Spoonie Gee,
Juan Atkins,
Livin' Joy,
Rod Modell,
Nation of Ulysses,
Jeff Mills,
Sällskapet,
Archie Shepp,
Dead Boys,
Severed Heads,
Flash Fearless,
Mo-Dettes,
Sister Nancy,
A Certain Ratio,
June of 44,
Grauzone, Grauzone, Grauzone, Grauzone.
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.