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 Barbados and from Hong Kong.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Delhi.
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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Five Americans. All the underground hits.
All Selector Dub Narcotic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every D'Angelo 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 a rhodes and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Excepter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arthur Verocai,
8 Eyed Spy,
La Düsseldorf,
James White and The Blacks,
The Dead C,
Eric Dolphy,
Swell Maps,
Sugar Minott,
Q65,
Jimmy McGriff,
Ash Ra Tempel,
E-Dancer,
Yellowson,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Pere Ubu,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Blackbyrds,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
DJ Sneak,
John Foxx,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Gang Starr,
Harry Pussy,
FM Einheit,
Aural Exciters,
Rod Modell,
Cal Tjader,
Amon Düül II,
Judy Mowatt,
D'Angelo,
Idris Muhammad,
The Smoke,
Bobby Womack,
The Remains,
Dual Sessions,
Michelle Simonal,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Crash Course in Science,
Delta 5,
Delon & Dalcan,
Dorothy Ashby,
Lou Christie,
Cymande,
the Association,
Skarface,
The Skatalites,
Big Daddy Kane,
Chris & Cosey,
Neu!,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
K-Klass,
Sex Pistols,
Sonny Sharrock,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Standells,
Television Personalities,
Robert Wyatt,
Jandek,
Motorama,
Howard Jones,
Althea and Donna,
Grandmaster Flash,
Gil Scott Heron,
Henry Cow, Henry Cow, Henry Cow, Henry Cow.
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.