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 Nigeria and from Accra.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Detroit Cobras to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Swell Maps. All the underground hits.
All The Techniques tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Metal Thangz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scott Walker + Sunn O))) record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gregory Isaacs,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Henry Cow,
Ohio Players,
Ralphi Rosario,
Crispy Ambulance,
Bootsy Collins,
Black Sheep,
Jacob Miller,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
David Axelrod,
B.T. Express,
Althea and Donna,
The Gladiators,
Marc Almond,
Kevin Saunderson,
Thee Headcoats,
Talk Talk,
Erykah Badu,
Faust,
the Normal,
Magma,
Robert Wyatt,
Dorothy Ashby,
Donald Byrd,
Reuben Wilson,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Eddi Front,
Ossler,
The Vogues,
Eric Dolphy,
Bobby Womack,
Bronski Beat,
Chrome,
Lindisfarne,
Shoche,
John Lydon,
Eurythmics,
H. Thieme,
The Stooges,
June Days,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Fluxion,
Lucky Dragons,
Byron Stingily,
Howard Jones,
The Smiths,
World's Most,
Lalann,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Searchers,
F. McDonald,
Pantaleimon,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Visage,
Sällskapet,
Bill Near,
Whodini,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Funkadelic,
La Düsseldorf,
Moss Icon,
Ultimate Spinach,
In Retrospect, In Retrospect, In Retrospect, In Retrospect.
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.