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 Antigua and from Accra.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 snare 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 Bob Dylan to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Rakim. All the underground hits.
All B.T. Express tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Görl 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lungfish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Offenders,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Moleskins,
Stockholm Monsters,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Eric B and Rakim,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
LL Cool J,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Bill Wells,
Boogie Down Productions,
Jimmy McGriff,
Hoover,
Frankie Knuckles,
Popol Vuh,
Stereo Dub,
H. Thieme,
The Standells,
Judy Mowatt,
FM Einheit,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Basic Channel,
Sound Behaviour,
Roger Hodgson,
The Young Rascals,
Idris Muhammad,
Vainqueur,
The United States of America,
Unrelated Segments,
Bobby Womack,
Danielle Patucci,
Iggy Pop,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Leonard Cohen,
Brand Nubian,
X-Ray Spex,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Tom Boy,
Susan Cadogan,
Aaron Thompson,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Interpol,
David Bowie,
The Evens,
Marc Almond,
Joy Division,
The Blackbyrds,
Johnny Osbourne,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Scrapy,
X-102,
Banda Bassotti,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Mo-Dettes,
The Cowsills,
Charles Mingus,
Essential Logic,
EPMD,
The Durutti Column,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch.
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.