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 Uzbekistan and from Shanghai.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 arpeggiator 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 Bobby Sherman to the techno 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 Grauzone. All the underground hits.
All Tom Boy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott Heron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s 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 Thee Headcoats record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
F. McDonald,
Sam Rivers,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Toni Rubio,
The Selecter,
kango's stein massive,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Freddie Wadling,
The Walker Brothers,
The Fire Engines,
The Saints,
Lou Reed,
Nils Olav,
Robert Görl,
Glambeats Corp.,
Young Marble Giants,
Flash Fearless,
Parry Music,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Mojo Men,
The Barracudas,
Duran Duran,
Moss Icon,
Steve Hackett,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Andrew Hill,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Cluster,
Ituana,
The Dead C,
Section 25,
Subhumans,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Frankie Knuckles,
CMW,
The Stooges,
Agitation Free,
Eurythmics,
Leonard Cohen,
The Litter,
Hashim,
Con Funk Shun,
Franke,
Pylon,
The Tremeloes,
Dorothy Ashby,
Hot Snakes,
Carl Craig,
Rites of Spring,
Juan Atkins,
Danielle Patucci,
Drexciya,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Spoonie Gee,
Skaos,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Ultravox,
the Soft Cell,
World's Most,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Shoche,
Sparks,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx.
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.