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 Seychelles and from Lagos.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 synthesizer 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 Big Daddy Kane to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Selector Dub Narcotic. All the underground hits.
All Interpol tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thee Headcoats record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 a spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Kinks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
ABBA,
The Monochrome Set,
DNA,
the Swans,
Animal Collective,
Khruangbin,
Eric Copeland,
Essential Logic,
F. McDonald,
Amazonics,
Bizarre Inc.,
Eric Dolphy,
Pierre Henry,
Anthony Braxton,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Ultravox,
Cameo,
Todd Terry,
The Walker Brothers,
Joe Smooth,
Alice Coltrane,
Bobby Hutcherson,
10cc,
the Sonics,
Surgeon,
The Fuzztones,
The Associates,
Oneida,
Sandy B,
Johnny Clarke,
Rites of Spring,
X-102,
Connie Case,
48th St. Collective,
Panda Bear,
Charles Mingus,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Newcleus,
The Misunderstood,
Archie Shepp,
The Pretty Things,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Young Rascals,
Skriet,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Move,
The Vogues,
Pharoah Sanders,
Junior Murvin,
Malaria!,
Youth Brigade,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Black Sheep,
Tomorrow,
Technova,
Crime,
The Evens,
The New Christs,
Sixth Finger,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Massinfluence,
Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken.
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.