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 Kyrgyzstan and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 synthesizer 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 Robert Hood to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Slick Rick. All the underground hits.
All Skaos tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Blues Magoos 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dawn Penn record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dennis Brown,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Suicide,
Groovy Waters,
Dual Sessions,
New Order,
Khruangbin,
Stockholm Monsters,
Wasted Youth,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The J.B.'s,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Searchers,
Gang Green,
Byron Stingily,
Agent Orange,
Archie Shepp,
Davy DMX,
Gabor Szabo,
MC5,
Lalo Schifrin,
Gregory Isaacs,
Q65,
The Barracudas,
Rites of Spring,
Wings,
Technova,
Skaos,
Bill Near,
UT,
Quadrant,
Brothers Johnson,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Flesh Eaters,
New Age Steppers,
the Slits,
Panda Bear,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Be Bop Deluxe,
These Immortal Souls,
Malaria!,
Intrusion,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Fuzztones,
Von Mondo,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Max Romeo,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Stetsasonic,
The Mummies,
The Cramps,
Pantaleimon,
Barclay James Harvest,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Fortunes,
Black Flag,
Al Stewart,
U.S. Maple,
Radiohead,
the Swans,
Glenn Branca,
The Alarm Clocks,
Roger Hodgson,
Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry.
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.