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 Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
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 Slave to the funk 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 Mars. All the underground hits.
All 8 Eyed Spy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marcia Griffiths record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a B.T. Express 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?
The Leaves,
the Human League,
the Slits,
Pantytec,
Ronan,
Lightning Bolt,
The Raincoats,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Fela Kuti,
Wolf Eyes,
Ponytail,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Quantec,
The Angels of Light,
Au Pairs,
Eric Dolphy,
LL Cool J,
Brothers Johnson,
The Grass Roots,
The Birthday Party,
JFA,
The Toasters,
Country Teasers,
Interpol,
Dead Boys,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Moby Grape,
Lucky Dragons,
Rekid,
AZ,
Pierre Henry,
Altered Images,
Minutemen,
Darondo,
Hardrive,
Marshall Jefferson,
Grauzone,
Soul Sonic Force,
Sound Behaviour,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Maleditus Sound,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Heaven 17,
Oblivians,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Absolute Body Control,
Harmonia,
Adolescents,
Pulsallama,
Gastr Del Sol,
Suburban Knight,
Reuben Wilson,
Niagra,
Stetsasonic,
Kool Moe Dee,
Flash Fearless,
Tres Demented,
Q and Not U,
Derrick May,
Marmalade,
Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith.
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.