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 Senegal and from Woodstock.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Inner City to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Crispy Ambulance. All the underground hits.
All Notorious Big And Bone Thugs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Men They Couldn't Hang record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Golliwogs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oblivians,
Faraquet,
Heaven 17,
Vainqueur,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Don Cherry,
Make Up,
Model 500,
Eurythmics,
Iggy Pop,
Eric Dolphy,
The New Christs,
These Immortal Souls,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Y Pants,
One Last Wish,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Symarip,
Bobby Womack,
The Slackers,
The Doobie Brothers,
Chris Corsano,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Radiohead,
Ohio Players,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Hasil Adkins,
The Count Five,
New Order,
The Durutti Column,
Blake Baxter,
Minny Pops,
World's Most,
UT,
The Red Krayola,
The Blackbyrds,
H. Thieme,
Laurel Aitken,
Con Funk Shun,
Dennis Brown,
Joyce Sims,
Organ,
Eden Ahbez,
Depeche Mode,
New York Dolls,
Drexciya,
Rakim,
Unwound,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Moss Icon,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
kango's stein massive,
Tommy Roe,
Yazoo,
The Beau Brummels,
The Sisters of Mercy,
U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple.
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.