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 Vanuatu and from Edmonton.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Winnipeg.
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 chamberlin 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 Derrick May to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Peter & Gordon. All the underground hits.
All Isaac Hayes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Magazine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Real Kids,
Junior Murvin,
New Age Steppers,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
New Order,
Pole,
Josef K,
Arthur Verocai,
KRS-One,
The Walker Brothers,
The Fortunes,
Kas Product,
June of 44,
Depeche Mode,
Mark Hollis,
Bootsy Collins,
Idris Muhammad,
Faust,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Moss Icon,
Erasure,
Albert Ayler,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
T. Rex,
Kurtis Blow,
The Zeros,
Piero Umiliani,
Maurizio,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Mission of Burma,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Index,
John Foxx,
Fad Gadget,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Smoke,
The Monochrome Set,
The Skatalites,
Pussy Galore,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Litter,
Crash Course in Science,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Delon & Dalcan,
Andrew Hill,
The Golliwogs,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Mummies,
Skarface,
The Wake,
the Fania All-Stars,
Qualms,
Zero Boys,
Warren Ellis,
Rosa Yemen,
Au Pairs,
Smog,
The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things.
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.