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 Poland and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Aaron Thompson to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Men They Couldn't Hang. All the underground hits.
All Joyce Sims tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Television Personalities record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mummies,
Dennis Brown,
the Germs,
Gang Gang Dance,
Easy Going,
Masters at Work,
Yazoo,
Soul II Soul,
Black Flag,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Cure,
Sun City Girls,
Metal Thangz,
Joyce Sims,
Bill Wells,
Quando Quango,
The Last Poets,
Cymande,
Pharoah Sanders,
Television Personalities,
Rakim,
Loose Ends,
Liliput,
The Fuzztones,
Todd Terry,
Camouflage,
Unrelated Segments,
Intrusion,
Crooked Eye,
Rotary Connection,
Shuggie Otis,
The Music Machine,
The Invisible,
PIL,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Pulsallama,
The Modern Lovers,
Dark Day,
The Five Americans,
Underground Resistance,
Oblivians,
Crash Course in Science,
Ultravox,
Maurizio,
Goldenarms,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Cramps,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Terrestrial Tones,
Neu!,
Sun Ra,
Arcadia,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Moody Blues,
Spandau Ballet,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
A Certain Ratio,
Robert Görl,
La Düsseldorf,
The Names,
Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron.
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.