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 Cape Verde 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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 Michael McDonald 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 Sister Nancy to the disco 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 Henry Cow. All the underground hits.
All Vladislav Delay tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Patti Smith record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Standells record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yusef Lateef,
MDC,
Dark Day,
Camouflage,
Spoonie Gee,
Monolake,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Scrapy,
Mad Mike,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Quantec,
the Swans,
The Sound,
The Doobie Brothers,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
DJ Sneak,
Amon Düül,
Sparks,
Icehouse,
Warsaw,
June Days,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Babytalk,
Marcia Griffiths,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Vogues,
Los Fastidios,
Brick,
Crooked Eye,
Lalann,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
F. McDonald,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Minnie Riperton,
Deadbeat,
The Star Department,
Mantronix,
Sun Ra,
The Count Five,
Warren Ellis,
the Normal,
Duran Duran,
Pagans,
Ultimate Spinach,
Blancmange,
Alison Limerick,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Tropical Tobacco,
the Germs,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Malaria!,
Basic Channel,
Sex Pistols,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Underground Resistance,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Monks,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims.
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.