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 Colombia and from Shanghai.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 June Days to the rock 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 Accadde A. All the underground hits.
All The Monks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every cv313 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Section 25 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blake Baxter,
Sixth Finger,
E-Dancer,
Agitation Free,
Deakin,
U.S. Maple,
The Raincoats,
Bang On A Can,
The Searchers,
Lungfish,
Youth Brigade,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Warren Ellis,
Lower 48,
Byron Stingily,
Von Mondo,
Technova,
Moss Icon,
Dual Sessions,
Lou Reed,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Trumans Water,
The Velvet Underground,
Urselle,
The Evens,
Amazonics,
Public Enemy,
Wings,
Infiniti,
Underground Resistance,
Colin Newman,
Nas,
KRS-One,
Barry Ungar,
The Detroit Cobras,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Mandrill,
Motorama,
Joey Negro,
John Holt,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Q65,
Angry Samoans,
Frankie Knuckles,
Blossom Toes,
Mr. Review,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Subhumans,
The Gladiators,
Visage,
Suburban Knight,
F. McDonald,
Niagra,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Victims,
Marcia Griffiths,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Ken Boothe,
Kerrie Biddell,
Bobby Byrd,
Marvin Gaye,
Hoover, Hoover, Hoover, Hoover.
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.