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 Bulgaria and from Manila.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 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 Gian Franco Pienzio to the jazz 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 The Fire Engines. All the underground hits.
All These Immortal Souls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gories record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Shadows of Knight,
Minny Pops,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Selecter,
Animal Collective,
Max Romeo,
New York Dolls,
Smog,
Young Marble Giants,
Subhumans,
Accadde A,
Bill Wells,
Joyce Sims,
Slick Rick,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Misunderstood,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
David McCallum,
Bobby Byrd,
Cameo,
Bronski Beat,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
the Slits,
Erasure,
Soft Cell,
Monks,
Eric B and Rakim,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
48th St. Collective,
The Moody Blues,
Marshall Jefferson,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Little Man,
Don Cherry,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Roy Ayers,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Radio Birdman,
Visage,
Bizarre Inc.,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Surgeon,
The Monochrome Set,
Barclay James Harvest,
Fatback Band,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Curtis Mayfield,
Unwound,
The Sonics,
Stockholm Monsters,
Rites of Spring,
Rapeman,
Pole,
Crime,
Pulsallama,
Aaron Thompson,
Derrick May,
R.M.O.,
Boogie Down Productions,
Traffic Nightmare,
Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans.
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.