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 Pakistan and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Halifax.
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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 La Düsseldorf to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Lindisfarne. All the underground hits.
All Ten City tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camberwell Now record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gong record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barrington Levy,
Fatback Band,
The Fall,
Negative Approach,
The Misunderstood,
The Blackbyrds,
Malaria!,
In Retrospect,
Technova,
Porter Ricks,
Lakeside,
Vladislav Delay,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Desert Stars,
Shoche,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
AZ,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Bob Dylan,
Marcia Griffiths,
Andrew Hill,
Sandy B,
Essential Logic,
Marine Girls,
Fear,
the Sonics,
DJ Sneak,
Intrusion,
the Normal,
Juan Atkins,
Anthony Braxton,
Pulsallama,
Grandmaster Flash,
Q65,
the Human League,
Gang Starr,
Duran Duran,
Flipper,
Echospace,
Alison Limerick,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Graham Central Station,
Stetsasonic,
Scratch Acid,
The Doobie Brothers,
Todd Terry,
Hardrive,
Eric Copeland,
Connie Case,
The Mojo Men,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Rites of Spring,
Drive Like Jehu,
Gang Green,
Bush Tetras,
Ronan,
Suburban Knight,
Black Bananas,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Kenny Larkin,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy.
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.