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 Gabon and from Manila.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 snare 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 Moby Grape to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 MDC. All the underground hits.
All Magazine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Pop Group 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a La Düsseldorf record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-Ray Spex,
Danielle Patucci,
Eurythmics,
The Golliwogs,
The Fuzztones,
Zero Boys,
The Smoke,
Blossom Toes,
Anthony Braxton,
Nico,
Tropical Tobacco,
Iggy Pop,
The American Breed,
Throbbing Gristle,
Crash Course in Science,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Michelle Simonal,
Clear Light,
Todd Terry,
Gang of Four,
Hot Snakes,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Swell Maps,
The Blackbyrds,
Drexciya,
Connie Case,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Black Pus,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Yusef Lateef,
Monks,
Roxette,
The Gories,
Lou Christie,
kango's stein massive,
Warren Ellis,
James White and The Blacks,
Man Eating Sloth,
Jeff Lynne,
Janne Schatter,
The Sonics,
Brand Nubian,
Average White Band,
Sun City Girls,
Electric Prunes,
Pole,
U.S. Maple,
E-Dancer,
Byron Stingily,
Barrington Levy,
The Vogues,
Inner City,
The Electric Prunes,
Talk Talk,
Suicide,
Kenny Larkin,
Public Enemy,
Slave, Slave, Slave, Slave.
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.