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 Nicaragua and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the oboe 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 Sex Pistols to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Japan. All the underground hits.
All Minutemen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a E-Dancer record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brothers Johnson,
Unwound,
U.S. Maple,
These Immortal Souls,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Whodini,
Matthew Bourne,
Hashim,
KRS-One,
The Victims,
Brass Construction,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Liliput,
Joe Smooth,
The Stooges,
Los Fastidios,
Gang Green,
The Golliwogs,
Bronski Beat,
The Gladiators,
Byron Stingily,
Roxette,
ABBA,
Swell Maps,
The Busters,
The Move,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Camouflage,
The Tremeloes,
Erykah Badu,
ABC,
Slave,
Supertramp,
Scan 7,
Jacob Miller,
The Angels of Light,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Jeff Mills,
The Barracudas,
Jandek,
Circle Jerks,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Schoolly D,
Panda Bear,
The Birthday Party,
Malaria!,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Electric Light Orchestra,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Sandy B,
The Smiths,
Kayak,
Eyeless In Gaza,
the Sonics,
The Zeros,
Boogie Down Productions,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Q65,
The Knickerbockers,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron.
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.