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 Cambodia and from Halifax.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 marimba 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 The Raincoats to the dance 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 Prince Buster. All the underground hits.
All The Fortunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Supertramp record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Audionom record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thee Headcoats,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Mr. Review,
Qualms,
The Motions,
The Gun Club,
Traffic Nightmare,
Mantronix,
Danielle Patucci,
Lungfish,
Wolf Eyes,
Von Mondo,
Steve Hackett,
Todd Terry,
Godley & Creme,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Bill Wells,
Zero Boys,
Bobby Byrd,
The Martian,
Archie Shepp,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Durutti Column,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Althea and Donna,
Franke,
Soul Sonic Force,
Intrusion,
Second Layer,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Skaos,
Erykah Badu,
Delon & Dalcan,
Funkadelic,
Livin' Joy,
Judy Mowatt,
Rosa Yemen,
The Fuzztones,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Ice-T,
Mandrill,
Erasure,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Kool Moe Dee,
the Human League,
Jimmy McGriff,
World's Most,
The Knickerbockers,
Bobby Sherman,
The Leaves,
The Sound,
The Shadows of Knight,
Hashim,
Supertramp,
Davy DMX,
Frankie Knuckles,
John Coltrane,
Minutemen,
The Evens,
The Associates, The Associates, The Associates, The Associates.
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.