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 Austria and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 snare 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 Black Flag to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane. All the underground hits.
All The Jesus and Mary Chain tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every F. McDonald record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The J.B.'s record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Velvet Underground,
Siglo XX,
Andrew Hill,
Brand Nubian,
Von Mondo,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Sister Nancy,
Crooked Eye,
Sly & The Family Stone,
B.T. Express,
Icehouse,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Man Parrish,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Alphaville,
Idris Muhammad,
Lower 48,
Eve St. Jones,
Aloha Tigers,
Letta Mbulu,
Crash Course in Science,
Jandek,
Skaos,
Scientists,
Saccharine Trust,
Pylon,
Jimmy McGriff,
Yazoo,
Sun City Girls,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
One Last Wish,
Lou Christie,
Gang Gang Dance,
Juan Atkins,
Man Eating Sloth,
Motorama,
Barclay James Harvest,
Magazine,
Mad Mike,
Rufus Thomas,
Swans,
Glambeats Corp.,
Pantytec,
Bootsy Collins,
Stetsasonic,
Big Daddy Kane,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Black Pus,
Nirvana,
Tim Buckley,
Funky Four + One,
Pussy Galore,
PIL,
Bang On A Can,
Tom Boy,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Hasil Adkins,
the Bar-Kays,
Fluxion,
F. McDonald, F. McDonald, F. McDonald, F. McDonald.
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.