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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Lagos.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Don Cherry to the punk 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 Eli Mardock. All the underground hits.
All The Move tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic 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 theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Outsiders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-101,
Gregory Isaacs,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Underground Resistance,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Nas,
Pierre Henry,
The Skatalites,
China Crisis,
The Red Krayola,
Archie Shepp,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Echospace,
AZ,
Spoonie Gee,
Crispy Ambulance,
Marvin Gaye,
Severed Heads,
The Angels of Light,
Nirvana,
Carl Craig,
The Saints,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Country Teasers,
Amazonics,
Popol Vuh,
Janne Schatter,
The Mighty Diamonds,
John Lydon,
B.T. Express,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Organ,
Deadbeat,
Davy DMX,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Joensuu 1685,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Leaves,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Jeff Lynne,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Slits,
Joe Smooth,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Flesh Eaters,
Malaria!,
The Walker Brothers,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Minnie Riperton,
Excepter,
Cymande,
Althea and Donna,
Peter and Kerry,
Spandau Ballet,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Alison Limerick,
Reagan Youth,
Harmonia,
Wolf Eyes,
Nation of Ulysses,
Terrestrial Tones,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
the Fania All-Stars,
Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily.
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.