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 East Timor and from Houston.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Robert Hood to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo. All the underground hits.
All Connie Case tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boredoms record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Danielle Patucci record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pagans,
Don Cherry,
Ludus,
Delon & Dalcan,
Pussy Galore,
Surgeon,
Neil Young,
The Gladiators,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Lakeside,
Roxy Music,
Roger Hodgson,
John Cale,
Minor Threat,
Maurizio,
Aural Exciters,
Prince Buster,
Radiopuhelimet,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Scientists,
The Kinks,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Funkadelic,
Fela Kuti,
Von Mondo,
Guru Guru,
The Sonics,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Max Romeo,
A Certain Ratio,
Amon Düül,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
PIL,
Vladislav Delay,
Scott Walker,
kango's stein massive,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Victims,
Frankie Knuckles,
Matthew Halsall,
Duran Duran,
Yaz,
Deepchord,
Sparks,
Slick Rick,
Henry Cow,
Pharoah Sanders,
New Order,
The Beau Brummels,
Public Enemy,
Jacob Miller,
Thee Headcoats,
Scion,
Scratch Acid,
Crispian St. Peters,
Matthew Bourne,
UT,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne.
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.