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 Portugal and from Mexico City.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 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 Scratch Acid to the rap 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 Victims. All the underground hits.
All Spoonie Gee tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sister Nancy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 snare and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Darondo,
Essential Logic,
the Human League,
Faraquet,
Ponytail,
Minny Pops,
Malaria!,
Mantronix,
Scion,
Vainqueur,
Oneida,
Joy Division,
Sexual Harrassment,
Jeff Mills,
Bluetip,
Sun City Girls,
Black Flag,
Stetsasonic,
Anthony Braxton,
Gichy Dan,
The Raincoats,
Mo-Dettes,
Flipper,
The Slackers,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Underground Resistance,
Roger Hodgson,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Velvet Underground,
X-101,
Jandek,
Fad Gadget,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Swans,
Sonny Sharrock,
Peter and Kerry,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Intrusion,
Camouflage,
Liliput,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
the Soft Cell,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Piero Umiliani,
Bobby Byrd,
Chris & Cosey,
Skaos,
Zapp,
Eli Mardock,
Popol Vuh,
Sparks,
Agent Orange,
Sandy B,
The Techniques,
the Sonics,
Dual Sessions,
Joyce Sims,
Lee Hazlewood,
Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff.
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.