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 Guyana and from Mexico City.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Kool Moe Dee to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Warsaw. All the underground hits.
All Lucky Dragons tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every T.S.O.L. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 spring reverb and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jimmy McGriff 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?
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Quantec,
Lakeside,
Second Layer,
Adolescents,
Alice Coltrane,
Matthew Halsall,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Walker Brothers,
Deakin,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Television Personalities,
Gabor Szabo,
Fugazi,
Robert Görl,
Bobby Byrd,
Glenn Branca,
The Last Poets,
Erasure,
Lee Hazlewood,
Sound Behaviour,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Sex Pistols,
Isaac Hayes,
The Smiths,
Ronan,
Joy Division,
Peter and Kerry,
Minnie Riperton,
Marshall Jefferson,
Malaria!,
Aloha Tigers,
Metal Thangz,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Iggy Pop,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Sixth Finger,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Aural Exciters,
Quando Quango,
Scrapy,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Blackbyrds,
Jandek,
The Move,
Buzzcocks,
Schoolly D,
The New Christs,
The Mummies,
The Stooges,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Joe Finger,
Frankie Knuckles,
Alphaville,
DJ Sneak,
Model 500,
Pulsallama,
Vladislav Delay,
Ronnie Foster,
Symarip,
Eurythmics, Eurythmics, Eurythmics, Eurythmics.
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.