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 Czech Republic and from Edmonton.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Absolute Body Control to the rap 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 the Human League. All the underground hits.
All Terry Callier tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alice Coltrane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Adolescents record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Qualms,
Vladislav Delay,
The Invisible,
The Pretty Things,
Mo-Dettes,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Litter,
Livin' Joy,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Bobby Womack,
Ossler,
Letta Mbulu,
Make Up,
Wolf Eyes,
Fear,
Bluetip,
Lalann,
Second Layer,
cv313,
The Blues Magoos,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Pussy Galore,
Jerry's Kids,
The Dirtbombs,
Prince Buster,
Deakin,
Junior Murvin,
Drexciya,
John Foxx,
Jesper Dahlback,
Maurizio,
Dennis Brown,
Nas,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Joyce Sims,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Robert Görl,
Minnie Riperton,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Q65,
Hasil Adkins,
Desert Stars,
The Black Dice,
Niagra,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Searchers,
Nick Fraelich,
Eurythmics,
Rotary Connection,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Wally Richardson,
Kenny Larkin,
Deadbeat,
Sex Pistols,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Excepter,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Mummies,
Ultra Naté,
Jandek,
Parry Music,
Gichy Dan,
Clear Light, Clear Light, Clear Light, Clear Light.
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.