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 Laos and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 organ 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 Sad Lovers and Giants to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Vainqueur. All the underground hits.
All Basic Channel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every EPMD 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Erykah Badu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
L. Decosne,
Q65,
Tubeway Army,
Chris & Cosey,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Eric Dolphy,
Qualms,
Eric Copeland,
Mission of Burma,
Scion,
Marcia Griffiths,
Bush Tetras,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Sound,
The Residents,
Marine Girls,
Motorama,
Thee Headcoats,
Mary Jane Girls,
Jeff Mills,
Icehouse,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Cybotron,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Sarah Menescal,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Supertramp,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
F. McDonald,
Liliput,
The Toasters,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Dead C,
Matthew Bourne,
John Foxx,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Warren Ellis,
The Pretty Things,
Todd Terry,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Carl Craig,
OOIOO,
The J.B.'s,
The Vogues,
KRS-One,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Flesh Eaters,
Sight & Sound,
Patti Smith,
Altered Images,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Reuben Wilson,
Eden Ahbez,
Scratch Acid,
Shuggie Otis,
Quadrant,
Sugar Minott,
The Gun Club,
The Offenders,
Byron Stingily,
Boz Scaggs,
Surgeon, Surgeon, Surgeon, Surgeon.
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.