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 Ghana and from Manchester.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Malaria! to the rap 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 Slave. All the underground hits.
All The Men They Couldn't Hang tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Michelle Simonal record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neil Young record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amon Düül,
Qualms,
Adolescents,
Deakin,
Desert Stars,
The Moleskins,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Pagans,
Depeche Mode,
Dave Gahan,
Gang Starr,
The Golliwogs,
Gabor Szabo,
Eve St. Jones,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Monochrome Set,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Nick Fraelich,
Blake Baxter,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Slackers,
The Saints,
The Doors,
The Fire Engines,
Sandy B,
Scrapy,
Drexciya,
Guru Guru,
Banda Bassotti,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Barry Ungar,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Infiniti,
Babytalk,
Erasure,
Sun City Girls,
Girls At Our Best!,
Erykah Badu,
The Blues Magoos,
The Busters,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
X-Ray Spex,
Marcia Griffiths,
Flash Fearless,
Joensuu 1685,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Pierre Henry,
Brothers Johnson,
Camberwell Now,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Young Marble Giants,
Marc Almond,
the Fania All-Stars,
Sonic Youth,
Harry Pussy,
Skarface,
Scott Walker,
Essential Logic, Essential Logic, Essential Logic, Essential Logic.
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.